FROM   THE  LIBRARY  OF 
REV.    LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON.  D.  D. 

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THE  ,  APR  241936 


SABBATH  SCHOOr-LTEK, 

A   COLLECTION 


OF 


HYMNS  AND  MUSIC, 

ORIGINAL  AND  SELEdTED, 


FOR 


GENERAL  USE   IN   SABBATH   SCHOOLS. 


PREPARED  FOR  THE  NEW-ENGLAND   S.   8.   UNION. 


./  BOSTON: 

NEW-ENGLAND   SABBATH  SCHOOL  UNION, 

No.   79   CORNHILL., 

1848. 


NOTE. 

This  work  contains  80  pages.  There  are  203  hymns  and  47  pieces  of  music.  Many  of 
the  hymns  are  original,  as  is  also  a  large  portion  of  the  music.  The  editor  is  under 
obligation  to  several  favorite  poets  and  composers  of  music  for  valuable  contributions. 

The  selections  embrace  music  of  acknowledged  merit,  among  which  will  be  found 
attractive  pieces  from  recent  publications.  Several  popular  airs,  appropriate  to  the  design 
of  the  work,  have  been  harmonized,  and  introduced  by  permission  of  the  publishers. 

It  will  be  seen  that  this  collection  contains  a  good  variety  of  pieces  specially  adapted  to 
Sabbath  school  anniversaries,  —  those  of  ordinary  occurrence,  and  those  held  on  our 
nation's  birth-day.  There  are  also  particular  hymns  for  teachers'  and  maternal  meetings, 
infant  schools,  on  the  death  of  teachers,  scholars,  etc. 

It  is  believed  the  Lyre  will  be  found  well  adapted  to  the  purpose  intended,  and  be  the 
means  of  increasing  the  interest  in  our  Sabbath  schools. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  ihe  year  1848, 

By  CHARLES  WARREN, 

in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  for  the  District  of  Massachusetts. 

STEREOTYPED  BY  A.  B.  KIDDER,  7  CORNHILL. 


THE 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 


<*  Remember  thy  Creator." 

(CHANT.)  Music  by  A.  R.  T. 


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-©-        A  -  men. 


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Remember  now  thy  Creator,  in  the  |  days  .  .  .  of  thy  |  youth; 
While  the  evil  days  come  not,  nor  the  years  draw  nigh,  when  thou 
shalt  say,  I  have  no  |  pleasure  |  in  them. 

My  son,  give  me  thy  heart,  apply  it  unto  in-  ]  struc —  |  tion, 
And  tliine  ears  to  the  j  words  of  |  -wisdom. 

He  that  foUoweth  after  righteousness  and  |  mer —  |  cy, 
Findeth  life,  happiness  and  |  hon —  |  or. 

He  that  keepeth  the  commandment,  keepeth  his  |  own —  |  soul ; 
But  he  that  despiseth  his  ways,  |  shall —  |  die. 

I  love  them  that  |  love —  ]  me, 
And  they  that  seek  me  early  shall  |  find —  |  me. 


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SABBATH    SCHOOL   LYRE. 
Prayer  for  Guidance.    L.  M. 

(HAMBURG.) 


Great  God !  our  Father  and  our  Friend,  On  whom  we  cast  our  constant  care, 


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I       I 
On  whom  for  all   things 


we  de   -  pend,  To  thee  we   raise  our 


hum-ble  prayer. 


Endue  us  wdtli  a  holy  fear ; 

The  frailty  of  our  hearts  reAxal ; 
Sin  and  its  snares  are  always  near — 

Thee  may  we  always  nearer  feel. 
O  that  to  thee  each  constant  mind 

May  with  a  steadfast  love  aspire ; 
And  each  the  earliest  motive  find 

To  check  the  rise  of  wrong  desire. 
O  that  our  watchful  sotils  may  fly 

The  first  perceived  approach  of  sin, 
Look  up  to  thee  wdien  danger's  nigh, 

And  feel  thy  fear  control  within. 
Search,  gracious  God,  each  inmost  heart, 

From  guilt  and  error  set  us  free  ; 
Thy  light,  and  truth,  and  peace  impart, 

And  guide  us  safe  to  heaven  and  thee. 


g  Ckihircn's  Prayer. 

O  Lord,  behold  before  thy  throne 

A  band  of  children  lowly  bend  ; 
Thy  face  we  seek,  thy  name  we  own, 

And  pray  that  thou  wilt  be  our  friend. 
Thou  didst  on  earth  the  young  receive, 

And  gently  fold  them  to  thy  breast ; 
And  say,  that  such  in  heaven  should  live 

Forever  safe,  forever  blest. 
Thy  Holy  Spirit's  aid  impart. 

That  he  may  teach  us  how  to  pray ; 
Make  us  sincere,  and  let  each  heart 

Delight  to  tread  in  wisdom's  way. 
O  let  thy  grace  our  souls  renew. 

And  seal  a  sense  of  pardon  there ; 
Teach  us  thy  will  to  know  and  do, 

And  let  us  all  thine  image  bear. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    LYRE. 


M  Coming  to  GotI>  I 

Father,  -we  come  with  filial  fear  I 

To  seek  a  blessing  from  thy  throne  ;  j 

Our  supplications  kindly  hear,  I 
Our  Immble  songs  be  pleased  to  OAvn. 

Wliile  here,  direct  our  thoughts  aright, 
Let  heavenly  truth  our  minds  impress; 

When  in  thy  temple  we  unite, 

The  hour  of  worship  deign  to  bless. 

Through  all  this  day  of  sacred  rest. 
Thy  holy  presence  v/e  implore ; 

Let  no  vain  care  our  peace  molest — 
Our  feet  from  sinful  ways  restore. 

Forgive  our  sins — our  follies  hide — 
Subdue  our  hearts  thy  name  to  love ; 

On  earth  our  wandering  footsteps  guide. 
And  bring  us  to  thy  courts  above. 

^  Wc  arc  bill  yntuis* 

We  are  but  young — yet  we  may  sing 
The  praises  of  our  heavenly  King ; 
He  made  the  earth,  the  sea,  the  sky. 
And  all  the  starry  worlds  on  high. 

We  are  but  yoimg — yet  we  must  die, 
Perhaps  our  latter  end  is  nigh ; 
Lord,  may  we  early  seek  thy  grace, 
And  find  in  Christ  a  hiding-place. 

We  arc  but  young — we  need  a  guide, — 
Jesus,  in  thee  we  would  confide  ; 
O  lead  us  in  the  path  of  truth. 
Protect  and  bless  us, — helpless  youth. 

We  are  but  young — yet  God  has  shed 
Unnumbered  blessings  on  our  head ; 
Then  let  our  youth  and  riper  days 
Be  all  devoted  to  his  praise. 


Q  CIirlK»t  our  Iiisilrncter* 

Tiiou  great  Instructer,  lest  I  stray, 
O  teacii  my  erring  feet  thy  way ;  *" 

Thy  truth,  v.-ith  ever  fresh  delight, 
Shall  guide  my  doubtful  steps  aright. 
How  oft  my  heart's  affections  yield. 
And  wander  o'er  the  world's  wide  field ! 
My  roving  passions,  Lord,  reclaim, 
Unite  them  all  to  fear  thy  name 
Then,  to  my  God,  my  heart  and  tongue. 
With  all  their  powers,shall  raise  the  song; 
On  earth  thy  glories  I'll  declare. 
Till  heav'n  th'  immortal  notes  shall  hear. 

■y  Holy  Desiros. 

Lord,  be  thy  service  all  my  joy ; 

Around  let  my  example  shine. 
Till  others  love  the  blest  employ, 

And  join  themselves  to  thee  and  thine. 

Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul. 
My  solemn,  my  determined  choice, 

To  yield  to  thy  supreme  control, 
And  in  thy  holy  >vill  rejoice. 

O  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire. 

Nor,  wandering,  leave  thy  sacred  ways! 
Great  God,  accept  my  soul's  desire, 

And  give  me  strength  to  live  thy  praise. 

^  Closiiis  Hymu* 

By  Jesus'  pure  example  taught. 
May  we  be  led  in  serious  thought, 
O  Lord,  in  early  life,  to  see 
And  seek  our  happiness  in  thee. 

May  our  young  minds  and  memories  be 
Here  trained  to  early  piety  ; 
And  may  our  hearts  and  all  our  days 
Be  thus  devoted  to  thy  praise. 


SABBATH   SCHOOL   LYRE. 


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Birth  of  Christ.     S.  M. 

(DUDLEY   STREET.) 


Music  by  E.  B. 


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come     with     joy  -   ful      song,   To       h  " 


We 


hail 


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this  happy 


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morn ;  Glad  tidings  from  an  angel's  tongue,  Glad  tidings  from  an  angel's 


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tongue  This  day   is      Je-sus  born. 


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"What  transports  does  his  name 

To  sinful  men  afford  ! 
His  glorious  titles  we  proclaim — 

A  Saviour — Christ — the  Lord  I 
Glory  to  God  on  high, 

All  hail  the  happy  morn ; 
AVe  join  the  anthems  of  the  sky, 

And  sing — "The  Saviour's  born  I' 


1^  Am-rUc  and  Sing. 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song 
.  Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb ! 
Wake  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 
Sing  of  his  dying  love. 

Sing  of  his  rising  power. 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above, 

For  us  whose  sins  he  bore. 


Sing  on  your  heavenly  way. 

Ye  saints  and  children  sing; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day. 

In  Christ,  the  eternal  King. 
Soon  shall  our  raptured  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim. 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb ! 


Sx\BBATH   SCHOOL  LYRE. 


1  f  Aid  Invoked. 

Rise,  gracious  God !  and  shine 

In  all  thy  saving  might ; 
Now  prosper  every  good  design 

To  spread  thy  glorious  light. 

O  bring  young  children  near, 
That  they  may  sing  thy  praise  ; 

Thy  word  let  all  the  people  hear, 
And  learn  thy  holy  ways. 

Put  forth  thy  glorious  power ! 

All  nations  then  ^^^ll  see ; 
And  earth  present  her  grateful  store, 

In  converts  born  to  thee. 


Jesus  "Welcomed. 


1-2 

How  sweet  the  children's  song. 

As  to  the  city's  gate 
The  blessed  Jesus  rode  along, 

In  humble,  peaceful  state  ! 

Hosannas  filled  the  air. 

And  branches  strewed  the  plain  ! 
And,  thus,  like  welcome  they  prepare 

Within  the  Jewish  fane. 

Such  be  his  welcome  here ! 

And  such  the  hymn  we  raise. 
Till  all  the  young  for  Christ  appear, 

And  thus  perfect  his  praise. 

13  Endless  Praise. 

Let  songs  of  endless  praise 

From  every  nation  rise ; 
Let  all  the  lands  their  tribute  raise 

To  God,  who  rules  the  skies. 

His  mercy  and  his  love 

Are  boundless  as  his  name ; 

And  all  eternity  shall  prove 
His  truth  remains  the  same. 


J^  Praise  to  the  Saviour. 

Ye  angels  bless  the  Lord, 

And  praise  his  sacred  name, 
Diffuse  his  glories  all  abroad. 

His  gracious  acts  proclaim. 
Praise  him,  ye  hosts  of  light 

In  accents  sweet  and  high ; 
To  him  you  owe  your  power  and  might, 

At  his  command  you  fly. 

Ye  -vvinged  seraphim, 

Your  grateful  voices  raise , 

Created  and  preserved  by  him, — 
Let  him  have  all  your  praise. 

The  lofty  song  begin. 

And  tune  your  harps  anew, 

AVhile  we  in  sacred  concert  join, 
And  strive  to  vie  Avith  you. 

li'f  Chtldren^s  Pra'se. 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name, 

Let  little  children  try. 
While  saints  and  angels  do  the  same 

In  the  bright  world  on  high. 

His  love  in  heaven  is  sung. 
His  name  is  there  adored ; 

And  children  here,  however  young, 
May  learn  to  praise  the  Lord. 


16 


Preserving  Grace. 


To  God,  the  only  wise. 

Our  Saviour,  and  our  King, 

Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  grateful  praises  bring. 

'Tis  bis  almighty  love. 

His  counsel  and  his  care. 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 

And  every  hurtful  snare. 


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SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 


17 

JVords  by  E.  Bradford. 

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Youthful  Praise.     C.  M. 

(woodland.)      Music  by  N.  D.  Gould,  from  S.  Minstrel. 

— I — I — «-j 


s-t-i^s 


Now  let  our  grateful    voices  join     In  one  glad  song  of  praise ;  To 


God  above,  the  God  of  love,  To  God  above,  the  God  of  love,  Our  hearts  and  voices  raise. 


God  above,  the  God  of  love.  To  God  abov 

g^iiigjlil; 


O  for  your  harps,  your  golden  harps, 
Ye  angels  bright  and  fair, — 

For  hearts  within  unstained  by  sin, 
And  pure  as  yours  are  there ! 

In  your  fair  clime  the  Saviour  dwells, 

And  holy  is  the  scene  ; 
But  even  here,  'mid  scenes  so  drear. 

His  holy  form  has  been. 
From  your  blest  land  to  earth  he  came 

And  suffered  for  our  sin. 
That  men  might  be  as  pure  as  ye, 

And  starry  mansions  win. 
O  !  only  worthy  of  our  love, 

To  thee  our  hearts  we  bring — 
To  God  above,  the  God  of  love, 

Hosannas  let  us  sing. 


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Father  !  I  love  to  read  of  thee, 

And  learn  of  heaven  above  ; 
To  hear  what  thou  liast  done  for  me. 

By  thy  unerring  love. 
I  know,  that  all  this  world  contains 

AVas  made  and  formed  by  thee, 
And  yet  the  power  which  all  sustains, 

Has  thought  and  cared  for  me. 

That  thou  art  ever  kind  and  good, 

My  constant  blessings  prove, — 
My  home,  my  school,  my  daily  food, 

Speak  thy  unfaiKng  love. 
Father !  I  know  each  li\ing  thing 

Should  sing  its  Maker's  praise, 
O  let  me  then  my  tribute  bring, 

Mv  humble  offerinjj  raise. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    LYRE. 


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10  Holy  Desires* 

O,  for  a  heai't  to  praise  my  God, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  how  good, 

How  kind  thou  art  to  me  ! 

A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne, 

"Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone ! 

O  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean  ! 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 

From  him  that  dwells  within. 

A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 

A  copy.  Lord,  of  thine ! 


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Hope  ill  Sickness* 


'Tis  sweet  to  rest  in  lively  hope. 
That,  vrlien  my  change  shall  come, 

Angels  vrill  hover  round  my  bed. 
And  Avaft  my  spirit  home. 

There  shall  my  disembodied  soul 

Behold  him,  and  adore ; 
Be  with  his  hkeness  satisfied. 

And  grieve  and  sin  no  more. 

Soon,  too,  my  slumbering  dust  shall  hear 
The  trumpet's  (Quickening  sound ; 

And,  by  my  Saviour's  power  rebuilt, 
At  his  right  hand  be  found. 

If  such  the  views  which  grace  unfolds. 

Weak  as  it  is  below, 
What  raptures  must  the  blest  above, 

In  Jesus'  presence,  know 


QJ  The  Pastor's  RcHarn* 

[by    E.    BRADFORD.] 

O  when  we  give  the  parting  hand 

How  oft  it  causes  pain, 
How  oft  the  cheerless  thought  will  rise. 

We  may  not  meet  again. 
But  God  has  kindly  spared  our  lives. 

And  spared  our  pastor  dear, 
And  songs  of  gratitude  should  rise. 

While  welcomes  meet  him  here. 
We  bid  thee  welcome  back  to  toils 

And  eiforts  kindly  given, 
To  lead  our  feet  from  paths  of  sin, 

And  point  the  Avay  to  heaven. 
O  there  at  last,  on  those  blest  shores, 

May  all  this  little  band, 
'Mid  welcomes  from  the  shining  ones, 

Be  found  at  Christ's  right  hand. 

^^  iVIaternal  Hyuui* 

Great  God,we  would  to  thee  make  known 

Each  fond,  maternal  care ; 
For  this  we  gather  round  thy  throne, 

And  bring  our  children  there. 
We  ask  not  wealth,  long  life,  or  fame, 

Or  aught  the  world  can  give, 
May  they  but  glorify  thy  name, 

And  to  thy  honor  live. 
This  is  the  burden  of  our  prayer, — 

AVhen  from  our  bosoms  riven. 
May  they  be  objects  of  thy  care. 

And  heirs,  at  last,  of  heaven. 

23  Doxology* 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord,    [known, 


10 
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Slow  and  expressive. 


SABBATH   SCHOOL   LYRE. 
**Holy  Lord,  now  lend  thine  ear,"     7s. 

(VERNON  STREET.)  Musjc  and  Words  by  J.  M.  H. 


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IIo  -  ly  Lord,  now  lend  thine  ear,  "While  our  grateful  song  we  raise ; 


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May    de  -  vo  -  tion,  pure,  sin  -  cere,   Mn-gle    with  our  notes   of  praise. 


Help  us  at  this  sacred  hour, 
Send  the  cares  of  earth  away, 

May  we  feel  thy  Spirit's  power 
AVTiile  we  chant  our  solemn  lay. 

Fill  our  hearts  with  holy  fear. 
While  we  feel  thy  presence  nigh, 

Let  contrition's  gentle  tear 
Moisten  every  youthful  eye. 

As  we  learn  thy  blessed  truth. 
May  we  feel  its  power  within, 

Guiding  us, — weak,  wayward  youth. 
Saving  from  the  patli  of  sin. 


^Q  SulTer  U9  to  come* 

Lord,  before  thy  throne  we  stand, 
Once  again  thy  children  see, 

Smile  upon  this  youthful  band, 
Suffer  us  to  come  to  thee. 

Whither  else  should  children  go, 
Weak  and  impotent  as  we  ? 

Thou  hast  all  things  to  bestow. 
Suffer  us  to  come  to  thee. 

While  we  here  have  life  and  breath, 
This  our  constant  prayer  should  be. 

This  our  latest  sigh  in  death. 
Suffer  us  to  come  to  thee. 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 


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^Q  Maternal  Hymn. 

Grod  of  mercy  hear  our  prayer 
For  the  children  thou  hast  given, 

Let  them  all  thy  blessings  share — 
Grace  on  earth  and  peace  in  heaven. 

In  the  morning  of  their  days, 

May  their  hearts  be  drawn  to  thee ; 

Let  them  learn  to  lisp  thy  praise 
In  their  earliest  infancy. 

Cleanse  their  souls  from  every  stain. 
Through  the  Saviour's  precious  blood; 

Let  them  all  be  born  again, 
And  be  reconciled  to  God. 

For  this  mercy.  Lord,  we  cry ; 

Bend  thy  ever-gracious  ear  ; 
While  on  thee  our  souls  rely, 

Hear  our  prayer — in  mercy  hear. 

<J7  Sabbath  Worship. 

Soft  and  holy  is  the  place 

Where  the  light  that  beams  from 

Shows  the  Saviour's  smiling  face,  [heav'n 
With  the  joy  of  sin  forgiven. 

Here  with  one  accord  we  meet, 
All  the  words  of  life  to  hear, 

Bending  low  at  Jesus'  feet, 
Worshiping  with  godly  fear. 

Let  the  world  and  all  its  cares 
Now  retire  from  every  breast ; 

Let  the  tempter  and  his  snares 
Cease  to  hinder  or  molest 

Precious  Sabbath  of  the  Lord, 
Fairest  type  of  heaven  above, 

Purest  joys  thy  scenes  afford 
To  the  heart  attuned  to  love. 


(^8  ^^''ho  shall  dwell  in  Heaven? 

Who,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  o'er, 
Shall  to  heaven's  blest  mansions  soar ; 
Who,  an  ever-w-clcome  guest. 
In  thy  holy  place  shall  rest  ? 

He,  whose  heart  thy  love  has  warmed  ; 
He,  whose  will  to  thine  conformed, 
Bids  his  life  unsullied  run ; 
He,  whose  words  and  thoughts  are  one ; 

He,  who  shuns  the  sinner's  road, 
Loving  those  who  love  their  God ; 
AVho,  Avith  hope,  and  faith  unfeigned 
Treads  the  path  by  thee  ordained  ; 
He,  who  trusts  in  Christ  alone, 
Not  in  aught  himself  hath  done  : — 
He,  great  God,  shall  be  thy  care, 
And  thy  choicest  blessing  share. 

^9  Death  of  a  child. 

Mourn  ye  not,  whose  child  hath  found 
Purer  skies  and  holier  ground ; 
Flowers  of  bright  and  pleasant  hue. 
Free  from  thorns,  and  fresh  with  dew. 
Mourn  not  ye,  whose  child  hath  fled 
From  this  region  of  the  dead. 
To  yon  winged  angel  band, 
To  a  better,  fairer  land. 
Knowledge  in  that  clime  doth  grow 
Free  from  weeds  of  toil  and  woe ; 
Joys  which  moi'tals  may  not  share ; — 
Mourn  ye  not,  your  child  is  there. 

3(1  Eiitrcntr* 

O  receive  the  praise  that  dares 
Seek  thy  heaven-exalted  throne ; 

Bless  our  offering,  hear  our  prayers, 
Infinite  and  Holy  One. 


12 


SABBATH   SCHOOL   LYKE. 
Cheerful  Praise.     7s  &  6s. 

(AVONDALE.)  Music  by  E.  B.  B. 


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Come  let    us  lift    our    voi-ces 


To    God    in    cheerful  praise, 


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Sing  the  3d  verse  very  soft. 


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The    smallest  bird    re  -  joi  -  ces 


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Then  let  us  join  in  chorus, 

We  who  have  hearts  to  sing, — 

While  heaven's  bright  arches  o'er  us 
With  loud  hosannas  ring. 

Lord,  when  our  notes  of  gladness 

Are  closed  forever  here, 
And  we  ai-e  called  in  sadness 

To  part  ^ith  all  that's  dear, — 

May  we  in  realms  of  glorj, 

Far,  far  the  earth  above, 
With  angels  sing  the  story 

Of  God's  redeeming  love. 


39 


Praise. 


The  seraphs  bright  are  hovering 
Around  the  throne  above, 

Their  harps  are  ever  tuning 
To  thrilling  tones  of  love. 

And  childhood's  voice  is  chanting 
A  full  harmonious  song, 

When  morning  light  is  breaking. 
Or  evening  sweeps  along. 

And  should  ive  fail  proclaiming 
Our  great  Kedeemer's  praise, 

The  stones,  our  silence  shaming, 
Would  their  hosanna  raise. 


SABBATH   SCHOOL   LYRE. 


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33  '^^^  Voice  of  Sinsins. 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

Flow  joyfully  along  ? 
When  hill  and  valley  ringing 

With  one  triumphant  song, — 

Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 
And  Him  who  once  was  slain, 

A^ain  to  earth  descended 
In  righteousness  to  reign. 

Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 
The  sacred  shout  shall  fly ; 

And  shady  vales  and  fountains 
Shall  echo  the  reply. 

High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 
Shall  send  the  chorus  round. 

All  hallelujah  swelling, 
In  one  eternal  sound. 

3|.  Christ's  Advent. 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed, 
Great  David's  greater  Son  ! 

Hail,  in  the  time  appointed. 
His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 

He  comes  to  break  oppression, 
To  set  the  captive  free, 

To  take  away  transgression, 
And  rule  in  equity. 

For  him  shall  prayer  unceasing. 
And  daily  vows  ascend. 

His  kingdom  still  increasing — 
A  kingdom  without  end. 

The  tide  of  time  shall  never 
His  covenant  remove ; 

His  name  shall  stand  forever, — 
That  name  to  us  is  love. 


3£(  Hymn  of  Praise* 

0  Lord,  while  angels  praise  thee, 
And  all  creation  sings. 

To  thee.  Almighty  Spirit, 

My  soul  its  tribute  brings. 
The  morning  stars  all  praise  thee ; 

The  heavenly  host  on  high. 
The  beams  of  early  dawning, 

And  purple  evening  sky : 
The  fragrant  springing  flowers. 

And  summer's  golden  rays, 
The  golden  fruits  of  Autumn, 

And  Winter's  frozen  days. 
With  pleasure  thou  dost  listen 

To  hear  us  when  we  sing, 
Thou  wilt  accept  the  praises 

That  youthful  songsters  bring. 

3G  Christ's  Iiivitaiioti. 

1  hear  thy  invitation, 

And  fam  would  ri;>e  ar^d  come, 
A  sinner  to  salvation, 
An  exile  to  his  homo. 

But  while  I  here  must  linger, 

O  Lord,  let  all  I  see 
Point  on,  with  faithful  finger, 

To  brighter  realms  wih  thee. 


3y  Exultntion. 

To  thee,  my  God  and  Saviour, 

My  heart  exulting  simrs, 
Rejoicing  in  thy  favor, 

Almighty  King  of  kings. 
I'll  celebrate  thy  glory 

With  all  thy  saints  above. 
And  tell  the  wondrous  story 

Of  thy  redeeming  love. 


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38 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE, 

Commencing  Hymn.     C.  M. 

(ballerma.) 


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0  Lord,  a- noth-cr  week  has  flown,  And  we,    a     youth-ful     band, 


— ^--^-g4-g-#+-g-#4-g-#-f-g-H-i--T4--t »4-F-4F 

Are  met  once  more  be  -  fore  thy  throne.  To  bless  thy    fosterini^;  hand. 


And  wilt  thou  lend  a  listening  ear 

To  praises  low  as  ours  ? 
Thou  wilt, — for  thou  dost  love  to  hear 

The  song  which  meekness  pours. 
And  Jesus,  thou  thy  smile  wilt  deign, 

As  in  thy  name  we  pray ; 
For  thou  didst  bless  the  infant  train, 

And  we  are  weak  as  they. 
0  let  thy  grace  perform  its  part, 

And  bid  our  passions  cease  ; 
And  shed  abroad  in  every  heart 

Thine  everlasting  peace. 
Thus  chastened,  cleansed,  entirely  thine. 

A  flock  by  Jesus  led, 
The  Sun  of  Holiness  shall  shine 

In  glory  on  our  head. 


39  Early  Piety. 

How  happy  is  the  child  who  l.ears 

Instruction's  warning  voice, 
And  who  celestial  -vnsdom  makes 

His  early,  only  choice. 
Wisdom  has  treasures  greater  far 

Than  east  or  west  unfold, 
And  her  rewards  more  precious  are 

Than  is  the  gain  of  gold. 

She  guides  the  young  with  innocence 

In  pleasure's  path  to  tread  ; 
A  crown  of  glory  she  bestows 

Upon  the  hoary  head. 
Ascending  as  her  labore  rise, 

So  her  rewards  increase. 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 

And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 


15 


^0  Teacher's  Prayer. 

Teacher  Divine  !  we  bow  the  knee, 

Submissive  at  thy  throne  ; 
Our  fervent  cry  we  raise  to  thee, 

O,  leave  us  not  alone. 
In  vain  wc  teach,  unless  thy  grace 

Instruct  each  tender  heart ; 
Then  deign  to  hear,  hide  not  thy  fiice. 

Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  impart. 

And  may  the  sacred  tie  of  love 

Bind  us  together  here, 
A  foretaste  give  of  joys  above. 

Life's  pilgrimage  to  cheer. 
Thus,  while  on  earth,  we  would  adore 

When  death  shall  close  our  eyes. 
May  teachers,  children,  meet  once  more. 

Transplanted  to  the  skies. 

^  I  Peniteuc;;* 

O  for  that  tenderness  of  heart, 
Which  bows  before  the  Lord  ! 

That  owns  how  just  and  good  thou  art. 
And  trembles  at  thy  word. 

Saviour,  to  me  in  pity  give 
For  sin,  the  deep  distress, — 

The  pledge  thou  wilt  at  last  receive, 
And  bid  me  die  in  peace. 

Af^  Adaioiiit'oii* 

Children,  to  your  Creator,  God, 

Your  early  honors  pay, 
While  vanity  and  youthful  blood 

Would  tempt  your  thoughts  astray. 

Be  wise — and  make  his  favor  sure. 
Before  the  mournful  day,  [more. 

When  youth  and  mirth  are  knoAvn  no 
And  life  and  strength  decay. 


^^  Death  of  a  Teacher* 

FarcAvell,  dear  friend !  a  long  farewell, 

For  we  shall  meet  no  more, 
Till  we  arc  raised  with  thee  to  dwell 

On  Zion's  happier  shore. 
Our  friend  and  brother,  lo,  is  dead  ! 

Tlie  cold  and  lifeless  clay 
Has  made  in  dust  its  silent  bed, 

And  there  it  must  decay. 
But  is  he  dead  ?  no,  no,  he  lives  ! 

His  happy  spirit  flies 
To  heaven  above  ;  and  there  receives 

The  long-expected  prize. 
Farewell,  dear  friend,  a  long  farewell. 

Soon  we  shall  rise  to  thee, 
And  when  we  meet,  no  tongue  can  tell 

How  great  our  joys  shall  be. 

/J  4  Dealh  of  a  Scholar. 

We  come  our  Sabbath  hymn  to  raise. 
Our  humble  pra}er  to  pour ; 

One  voice  is  hushed,  its  notes  of  praise 
Shall  mingle  here  no  more. 

The  lips  are  still, — the  eye  is  dim 
That  beamed  with  joy  and  love; 

The  spirit, — it  hath  gone  to  Him 
AVho  gave  it  from  above. 

We  will  not  Aveep, — for  Jesus  said, 
"  Let  little  children  come,  " 

But  pray  that  our  young  hearts  be  led 
To  seek  that  better  home. 

^i5  Doxolosy. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


16 


46 

Flowint^. 


SABBATH   SCHOOL  LYRE. 
"Gently  lead  us."     8s,  7g  &  4s. 

(xaowBRiDOE.)        Arranged  from  music  by  S.  S.  Wardwell. 


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Gen-tly  Lord,  O  gen-tly  lead  us,    Thro'  this  low-ly   vale   of   tears ; 

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And,  O   Lord,  in    mer-cy  give   us 

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Thy  rich  grace  in  all  our  fears. 


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O  refresh  us,  O  re-fresh  us, 


O   re-fresh  us    with  thy  grace. 


Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  us 
From  without  and  from  within, 
Jesus  says  he'll  ne'er  forget  us, 
But  will  save  from  every  sin. 
Therefore  praise  him. 
Therefore  praise  him. 
Praise  the  i^reat  Redeemer's  name. 


O  that  I  could  now  adore  him, 

Like  the  heavenly  host  above, 
Who  forever  bow  before  him, 
And  unceasing  sing  his  love. 
Happy  songsters, 
Happy  songsters. 
When  shall  I  your  chorus  join. 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 


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M9  God  invites* 

Children  hear,  for  God  hath  spoken, 
'Tis  the  God  that  reigns  on  high ; 

He  whose  law  the  world  hath  broken, 
Sends  you  tidings  of  great  joy. 

Hear  his  message, 
Children  hear  it,  lest  you  die. 

Hear  the  gospel,  children,  hear  it, 
Joyful  news  from  heaven  it  brings ; 

Here's  a  fountain — O  draw  near  it ! — 
Opened  by  the  King  of  kings ; 

Living  water 
Thence  in  streams  eternal  springs. 

Children  hear,  why  will  you  perish  ? 

Death  to  life,  O  why  prefer  ? 
Wliy  your  A'^ain  delusions  cherish  ? 

AVhy  from  truth  persist  to  err  ? 
Wisdom  calls  you, 

Happy  they  who  learn  of  her. 


^^  PrnyiT  for  lilshU 

Light  of  those  wliose  dreary  dwelling, 
Borders  on  the  shades  of  death  ! 

Rise  on  us,  thyself  revealing. 

Rise  and  chase  the  clouds  beneath ; 

Rise  upon  us, — 
Chase  the  mists  of  sin  away. 

Save  us,  in  thy  great  compassion, 
O  thou  God  of  grace  and  love, 
Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 
Fix  our  hearts  on  things  above. 

Give  us  knowledge 
That  will  lead  us  all  to  thee. 
[2J 


M€^  Beued'ction* 

[by  h.  s.  w.] 

Father,  let  thy  benediction, 

Gently  falling  as  the  dew, 
And  thy  ever  gracious  presence 

Bless  us  all  our  journey  through: 
May  we  ever 

Keep  the  end  of  life  in  view. 

Young  in  years, — we  need  the  wisdom 
Which  can  only  come  from  thee  ; 

In  the  morn  of  our  existence 
Let  us  thy  salvation  see, — 

Changed  in  spirit, 
Then  shall  we  thy  children  be. 

When  temptations  shall  assail  us, 
When  we  falter  by  the  way, 

Let  thine  arm  of  strength  defend  us, 
Saviour  hear  us  when  we  pray  : 

Thou  art  mighty. 
Be  thou  then  our  rock  and  stay. 

Praise  and  blessing,  power  and  glory 
Will  we  render,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 

For  the  news  of  thy  salvation 
Shall  extend  from  sea  to  sea, — 

All  the  nations, 
Joyfully,  shall  woi-ship  Thee. 


^0  Prayer. 

Lord,  direct  me  by  thy  Spirit 
In  the  pathway  of  the  just ; 

Way  of  sinners,  may  I  flee  it, — 
Fix  in  thee  my  filial  trust : 

Love  thee,  praise  thee, 
Till  I  minde  with  the  dust. 


18  SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 

51  «  Remember  thy  Creator."     7s  &  6s. 

Slow  and  soft.  (the  watcher.) 

L  Re  -  mem-ber  thy     Cre  -  a-tor,  While  youth's  fair  spring  is  bright, 
2.  Re  -  mem-ber  thy     Cre  -  a  -  tor,  Ere     life      re-signs   its  trust. 


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fore    thy  cares  are  greater,      Be  -  fore  comes      age's       night ; 
sinks  dis  -  solv  -  ing  na-ture,  And     dust     re  -  turns     to      dust 


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While    yet    the  sun  shines  o'er  thee,  While  stars  the    dark  -  ness  cheer, 
Be  -   fore  with  God,  who  gave   it.     The     Spir  -  it    shall      ap  -  pear, 


mmsmmm 


While     life     is      all      be  -  fore      thee,  Thy  great  Cre  -  a  -  tor    fear. 
He      cries,  who  died   to      save        it,  "  Thy  great  Cre  -  a  -  tor     fear." 


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SABBATH    SCHOOL    LYKE. 


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QQ  Grateful  Praise. 

AVe  bring  no  glitt'ring  treasures, 

No  gems  from  earth's  deep  mine, 
We  come  with  simple  measures 

To  chant  thy  love  divine  ! 
Children  thy  favors  sharing, 

Their  voice  of  thanks  would  raise 
Father,  accept  our  offering, 

Our  song  of  grateful  praise. 

The  dearest  gift  of  Heaven, 

Love's  written  word  of  truth, 
To  us  is  early  given. 

To  guide  our  steps  in  youth  ; 
We  hear  the  wond'rous  story, 

The  tale  of  Calvary  ; 
We  read  of  homes  in  glory, 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free. 

Dear  Saviour !  grant  thy  blessing ! 

O  !  teach  us  how  to  pray. 
That  each  thy  fear  possessing, 

May  tread  life's  onward  way  ; 
Then  where  the  pure  are  dwelling 

We'll  hope  to  meet  again, 
And  sweeter  numbers  swelling. 

We'll  join  to  praise  thy  name. 


^JJ  The  Saviour^s  Lore. 

Who  would  not  love  the  Saviour, 

That  once  loved  children  so ; 
Who  would  not  love  the  Saviour, 

Who  did  tliat  Saviour  know : 
"  Let  children  come  to  me, "  he  said, 

"  And  send  them  not  away, — 
My  Father's  heavenly  kingdom 

Is  filled  with  such  as  they. " 


Q/^         Autumnal  Reflections* 

The  leaves  around  me  falling, 

Are  preaching  of  decay ; 
The  hollow  winds  are  calling, 

"  Come  pilgrim,  come  away : " 
The  day,  in  night  declining, 

Says  I  must,  too,  decline  ; 
The  year  its  bloom  resigning, 

Its  lot  foreshadows  mine. 

The  light  my  path  surrounding, 

The  loves  to  which  I  cling. 
The  hopes  within  mc  bounding. 

The  joys  that  round  me  wing, — 
All,  all,  like  stars  at  even, 

Just  gleam  and  shoot  away, 
Pass  on  before  to  heaven, 

And  chide  at  my  delay. 

The  friends  gone  there  before  me 

Are  calling  from  on  liigh, 
And  happy  angels  o'er  me 

Tempt  sweetly  to  the  §ky  : 
"  AATiy  wait,"  they  say,  "  and  wither, 

'Mid  scenes  of  death  and  sin  ? 
O  rise  to  glory,  hither. 

And  find  true  life  beirin." 


55  Trnst. 

O  what  is  earthly  treasure 

Compared  with  thy  rich  grace  ( 
Lord  teach  me  how  to  measure 

The  remnant  of  my  days ; 
And  while  my  time  so  fleeting 

Is  filled  with  many  a  snare, 
My  soul  on  thee  in  waiting. 

Would  trust  thy  guardian  care. 


20  SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 

5G  "  Holy  Saviour,  thou  hast  told  us."     8s  &  Ts. 

(SILVER  LAKE.)  3Iusic  by  J.  M.  H. 


Ho  -  ly    Saviour !    thou      hast      told  us,   When  we  meet  to    hear    of     thee 


With  thy  love  thou    wilt      be   -  hold  us,     And  a  -  mongst    us    thou    wilt      be. 


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Lord  of  hosts  !  to  seek  thy  blessing, 
We  axe  gathered  here  to-day ; 

Help  us,  all  our  sins  confessing, 
Saviour,  teach  thy  flock  to  pray. 

May  the  words  we  hear,  direct  us 
How  to  learn  and  do  thy  will ; 

May  thy  Spirit's  aid  protect  us, 
And  with  faith  our  bosoms  fill. 

And  Avhen  death  dissolves  the  union, 
A^Tjich  to  us  on  earth  is  given, 

May  we  spend  in  blest  communion 
Endless  -Sabbath  days  in  heaven. 


^^  Children  Dedicated* 

Saviour,  who  thy  flock  art  feeding 
With  the  Shepherd's  tenderest  care, 

All  the  feeble  gently  leading. 

While  the  lambs  thy  bosom  share  ; 

Now  these  little  ones  receiving, 
Fold  them  in  thy  gracious  arm, — 

There,  we  know, — thy  word  beheving, 
Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 

Kever  from  thy  pasture  roving, 
Let  them  be  the  lion's  prey  ; 

Let  thy  tenderness,  so  loving. 
Keep  them  all  life's  dangerous  way. 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 


» 


jj^g       For  a  Rural  Excarsion* 

Here  we  meet  with  joy  together, 

'Neath  the  shade  of  leafy  trees, 
While  the  branches  make  sweet  music 

Rustling  in  the  summer  breeze. 
Filled  with  love  each  heart  rejoices, 

Bi'eathing  forth  the  secret  prayer  ; 
AVhile  young  children's  sweet-toned 

Float  upon  the  balmy  air.       [voices 
Hour  of  gladness,  scene  of  beauty  ! 

Radiant  all  ai-ound,  above ; 
Speaking  to  the  soul  of  duty, 

Hope,  and  faith,  and  heavenly  love. 
Day  of  happiness  and  pleasure. 

Ne'er  wilt  thou  forgotten  be ! 
But  'mid  memory's  choicest  treasui'e. 

We  will  iruard  and  cherish  thee. 


^€^  Gofl  is  L'eht  and  liOve. 

God  is  love  ;  his  mercy  brightens 
All  the  path  in  which  we  move ; 

Bliss  he  grants,  and  wo  he  lightens, — 
God  is  light  and  God  is  love. 

Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever. 
Worlds  decay  and  ages  move ; 

But  his  mercy  waneth  never, — 
God  is  light  and  God  is  love. 

E'en  the  hour  tliat  darkest  seemeth 
His  unchanging  goodness  proves  ; 

From  the  mist  his  brightness  streameth 
God  is  Ught — God  ever  loves. 

He  our  earthly  cares  cntwineth 
With  liis  comforts  from  above  ; 

Every  where  his  glory  shineth, — 
God  is  light  and  God  is  love. 


00  Morains  Hirma* 

When  the  morning  bells  are  ringing 

To  our  school-room  we  repair. 
Where  our  voices  join  in  singing, 

And  our  hearts  unite  in  prayer. 
Let  us  all  with  finn  endeavor. 

In  our  duties  now  engage  ; 
We  shall  gain  our  Father's  favor, 

Bending  o'er  his  sacred  page. 
There  the  lessons  he  has  taught  us, 

Will  our  hearts  and  minds  improve. 
And  the  blessings  he  has  brought  us 

Wake  a  strong  and  filial  love. 

0 1  D'ttinifsei'oii* 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Hope  and  comfort  from  above  ; 

Let  us  each,  thy  peace  possessing. 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation. 

In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound. " 
Make  us  gentle,  kind  and  lowly  ; 

Teach  us.  Father,  by  thy  word, 
How  we  may  be  good  and  holy, 

Like  to  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 

0^  IjiviiiS  Roclc. 

With  thy  counsel  thou  shalt  guide  me, 

O  thou  Shepherd  of  the  flock ; 
Safe  from  every  tempest  hide  me, 

Fixed  upon  the  Living  Rock. 
Poor  and  needy,  O  receive  me, 

Be  thy  rod  my  stafl'  and  stay ; 
And  that  blessed  portion  give  me 

Which  no  power  can  take  away. 


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Slow. 


The  Soul's  beauty  unfading.     C.  M. 

(autumn.)  Altered  from  the  Juvenile  Lyre. 


Sweet  day  !  so  cool,  so  calm,  so  bright,  Bri  -  dal      of  earth  and     sky ; 


The     dew  shall  weep  thy  fall  to-night,  For  thou,  a  -  las  !   must      die ! 

-- ^^EfeEEE?ME?E?E*E?EfeEEf§ 


I 


M—M: 


Sweet  rose  !  in  air  whose  odors  wave, 

And  color  charms  the  eye. 
Thy  root  is  even  in  its  grave, 

And  thou,  alas !  must  die. 

Sweet  Spring !  of  days  and  roses  made, 
Whose  charms  for  beauty  vie, 

Thy  days  depart,  thy  roses  fade, — 
Thou,  too,  alas !  must  die. 

Only  a  sweet  and  holy  soul 
Hath  tints  that  never  fly ; 
While  flowers  decay  and  seasons  roll, 


Q/l         Christ  our  only  Hope* 

Lord  !  should  we  leave  thy  hallowed  feet. 

To  whom  could  we  repair  ? 
WTiere  else  such  holy  comforts  meet. 

As  spring  etei'nal  there  ? 

Unmingled  joys  are  thine  to  give. 

And  undecaying  peace  ; 
For  thou  canst  teach  us  so  to  live 

That  hfe  shall  never  cease. 

Thou  only  canst  the  cheering  words 

Of  endless  life  supply, 
Anointed  of  the  Lord  of  Lords, 

The  Son  of  God  Most  High ! 


SABBATH   SCHOOL   LYRE. 


Q^  The  Safe  Retreat. 

O  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 

Contrition's  humble  sigh, 
Whose  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears 

From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  ; 

See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 
A  wretched  wanderer  mqi^rn  ; 

Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face. 
Hast  thou  not  said,  lie  turn  ? 

And  shall  my  guilty  feai-s  prevail, 
To  drive  me  from  thy  feet '? 

O  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat. 

O  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ; 

And  let  thy  healing  voice  impait 
A  taste  of  joys  divine. 

gg  "Thy  win  be  dune." 

How  sweet  to  be  allowed  to  pray 

To  God  the  holy  one  ; 
With  filial  love  and  trust  to  say, 

"  O  God,  thy  will  be  done. " 

We,  ill  these  sacred  words,  can  find 

A  cure  for  every  ill ; 
They  calm  and  soothe  the  troubled 

And  bid  its  fears  be  still.       [mind, 

O  let  that  will  which  gave  me  breath 

And  an  immortid  soul. 
In  joy  or  grief,  in  life  or  death, 

My  every  wish  control. 

O  teach  my  heart  the  blessed  way 

To  imitate  thy  Son  ! 
Teach  me,  O  God,  in  truth  to  pray, 

"  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done." 


^^  Coldness  lamented* 

How  cold  and  feeble  is  our  love, 

How  negligent  our  fear, 
How  low  our  hope  of  joys  above, 

How  few  aftections  there  ! 

Great  God !  thy  sovereign  power  impart, 

To  give  tliy  word  success! 
AVrite  thy  salvation  in  each  heart. 

And  make  us  learn  thy  grace. 

Show  our  forgetful  feet  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high, 
Where  knowledge  grows  Avithout  decay, 

And  love  shall  never  die. 

II  §  Obedience. 

Let  children  that  would  fear  the  Lord, 

Hear  what  their  teachers  say. 
With  reverence  heed  their  parents'  word 

And  with  delight  obey. 
Have  we  not  heard  what  dreadful  plagues 

Are  threatened  by  the  Lord, 
To  him  who  breaks  his  father's  law, 

Or  mocks  his  mother's  word  ? 
But  those  that  worship  God,  and  give 

Their  parents  honor  due, 
Shall  long  on  earth  in  comfort  live, 

And  live  hereafter  too. 

1^0  Child's  ^supplication. 

Lord  Jesus,  teach  a  child  to  pray, 

AYho  humbly  kneels  to  thee. 
And  every  night  and  every  day 

My  Friend  and  Saviour  be. 
AVhile  here  I  live,  give  me  thy  grace, 

And  when  I'm  called  to  die, 
O  take  my  soul  to  see  thy  face. 

And  sing  thy  praise  on  high. 


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ABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 

Jesos  Welcomed.     L.  M. 

(birney.)  Music  by  E. 


What  are  those  soul-reviving  strainsWhich  echo  thus  from  Salem's  plains? 


"WTiat    anthems  loud,  and  louder  still,      So  sweetly  sound  from  Zion's  hill 


— ^     m'.0        m.    — #-T» \~^^^ — IT ■-- 

fiL-^zt=fct=^^=p|fei=t=ferg=p:^rrit=ge:5:E|: 


Lo  !  'tis  an  infant  chorus  sings 
Hosanna  to  the  King  of  kings  ; 
The  Saviour  comes  I  and  babes  proclaim 
Salvation  sent  in  Jesus'  name. 

O !  what  sweet  music,  what  a  song 
Sounds  from  this  bright  and  happy  throng 
Sweet  song,  whose  melting  words  impart 
Joy  to  each  raptured,  listening  heart. 

Nor  these  alone  their  voice  shall  raise, 
For  we  will  join  this  song  of  praise  ; 
Still  Israel's  children  forward  press 
To  hail  the  Lord,  their  Rigluteousness. 


■^1  Perfeclions  of  God. 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 
Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines  ; 

Thy  truth  shall  break  thro'  every  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  designs. 

Forever  firm  thy  justice  stands. 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep* 

AVise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, — 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

My  God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace, 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort 

The  sons  of  Adam,  in  distress,  [springs. 
Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL   LYRE. 


•^^  The  Saviour*8  Reisii. 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 
People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song  ; 
And  youthful  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 
Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 

73       Pi'aisc  for  Redemption* 

Awake  my  tongue,  thy  tribute  bring 
To  Him  who  gave  thee  power  to  sing ; 
Praise  him  who  has  all  power  above. 
The  source  of  wisdom  and  of  love. 

Thro'  each  bright  world  above,  behold 
Ten  thousand,  thousand  charms  unfold ; 
Earth,  air,  and  mighty  seas  combine 
To  speak  his  wisdom  all  divine. 

But  in  redemption,  O  what  grace  ! 
Its  wonders,  O,  what  thought  can  trace  ! 
Here  wisdom  shines  forever  bright ; 
Praise  him,  my  soul,  with  sweet  delight. 

y^  Childreii^s  Hoaanna. 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  skies. 

Thro'  all  the  earth  thy  name  is  spread ; 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rise     [made. 

Above  the  heavens  thy  hands  have 

Amidst  thy  temple  children  throng 
To  see  their  great  Redeemer's  face  ; 

The  Son  of  David  is  their  song, 
And  loud  hosannas  fill  the  place. 


7^  fiterniCy  of  God. 

All-powerful,  self-existent  God, 

Who  all  creation  doth  sustain. 
Thou  wast,  and  art,  and  art  to  come, 

And  everlasting  is  thy  reign  ! 
Fixed  and  eternal  as  thy  days, 

Each  glorious  attribute  divine. 
Through  ages  infinite,  shall  still 

With  undiminished  lustre  shine. 
Fountain  of  being !  Source  of  good, 

Immutable  thou  dost  remain ! 
Nor  can  the  shadow  of  a  change 

Obscure  the  glories  of  thy  reign. 

<7^  Praise  to  the  Lamb. 

What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 

To  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
AVlien  all  the  notes  that  angels  sing, 

Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name. 
AVorthy  is  he  that  once  was  slain, 

The  Prince  of  Peace,  who  groaned  and 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign  [died, 

At  his  almighty  Father's  side. 

Blessings  forever  on  the  Lamb, 

Vfho  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men ; 

Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name. 
And  every  creature  say — Amen. 

yy  Heavenly  Mns'c. 

Rich  is  the  sacred  song  that  swells 
Where  God  in  light  and  glory  dwells ; 
What  joyful  choir  their  notes  combine  ? 
Who  utter  music  so  divine  ? 

'Tis  the  sweet  song  of  spotless  love, 
"Which  ransomed  children  sing  above ; 
Early  to  God  their  hearts  were  given, 
And  now  they  dwell  with  him  in  heaven. 


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SABBATH   SCHOOL   LYKE. 
"  How  sweet  to  bless  the  Lord."    S.  M. 

(BARON.)  Music  from  Flora's  Festival. 


■^T-i-•^-^-*1T'^^-- 
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1;^! 


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=^=l 


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How  sweet  to  bless  the  Lord,  And  in  his  praises  join,  With  saints  his  goodness  to  record, 


And  sing  his  pow'r  divine.  With  saints  his  goodness  to  record^And  sing  his  pow'r  divine. 


— I J i-i^. 


These  seasons  of  delight 
The  dawn  of  glory  seem, 

Like  rays  of  pure  celestial  light, 
"Which  on  our  spirits  beam. 

O,  blest  assurance  this ; 

Bright  morn  of  heavenly  day  ; 
Sweet  foretaste  of  eternal  bliss, 

That  cheers  the  pilgrim's  way. 

Thus  may  our  joys  increase, 
Our  love  more  ardent  grow  ; 

While  rich  supplies  of  Jesus'  grace 
Refresh  our  souls  below. 


i9C^  Sabbath  Moruiiig* 

How  pleasant  is  the  dawn 

Of  this  delightful  day  ; 
Now,  with  our  teachers,  let  us  join 

To  read,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

And  may  the  God  of  love 
Their  kind  endeavors  own. 

That  we  and  they  may  meet  above, 
To  sing  before  his  throne. 

Blest  Saviour  !  hear  our  cry, 
O  grant  us  all  thy  grace  ; 

And  make  us  fit,  while  here  below, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 


SABBATH   SCHOOL   LYRE. 


gQ  The  Place  of  Praise. 

Come  to  the  place  of  praise, 

Ye  who  are  happy  now ; 
In  sweet  accord  your  voices  raise, 

In  kindred  homage  bow. 

Ye  young,  before  his  throne, 
Come,  bow  ;  your  voices  raise  ; 

Let  not  your  hearts  his  praise  disown. 
Who  gives  the  power  to  praise. 

Thou,  whose  benignant  eye 

In  mercy  looks  on  all ; 
"Who  see'st  the  tear  of  misery, 

And  hear'st  the  mourner's  call, — 

Up  to  thy  dwelling  place 

Bear  oiu*  frail  spirits  on, 
Till  they  outstrip  time's  tardy  pace, 

And  heaven  on  earth  be  won. 

g  |[        For  a  Rural  Excurj^ion. 

The  freshly  blooming  flowers 
To  Thee  sweet  offerings  bear  ; 

And  cheerful  birds  in  shady  bowers 
Sing  forth  thy  tender  care. 

The  fields  on  every  side, 

The  trees  on  every  hill, 
The  glorious  sun,  the  rolling  tide, 

Proclaim  thy  wonders  still. 

But  trees,  and  fields,  and  skies. 
Still  praise  a  God  unknown  ; 

For  gratitude  and  love  can  rise 
From  living  hearts  alone. 

These  living  hearts  of  ours 
Thy  holy  name  would  bless  ; 

The  blossoms  of  all  nature's  flowers 
Would  please  our  Father  less. 


§^  Gratitnde. 

My  Maker  and  my  Bang ! 

To  thee  my  all  I  owe  : 
Thy  sovereign  bounty  is  the  spring 

Whence  all  my  blessings  flow. 

Thy  goodness,  like  the  sun, 
Dawned  on  my  early  days. 

Ere  infant  reason  had  begun 
To  form  my  lips  to  praise. 

The  creature  of  thine  hand. 

On  thee  alone  I  hve  ; 
My  God !  thy  benefits  demand 

More  praise  than  life  can  give. 

O  let  thy  grace  inspire 

My  soul  with  strength  divine ; 
Let  all  my  powers  to  thee  aspire, 

And  all  my  days  be  thine. 

§3  Self-Dedication. 

Lord !  I  would  come  to  thee, 
A  sinner  all  defiled  ; 

0  take  the  stain  of  guilt  away, 
And  own  me  as  thy  child. 

1  cannot  live  in  sin 

And  feel  a  Saviour  s  love ; 
Thy  blood  can  make  my  spirit  cleans 
O  write  my  name  above ! 

fi^  Dism'ssion* 

Once  more,  before  we  part. 
We'll  bless  the  Saviour's  name, 

Record  his  mercies  every  heart, 
Sing  every  tongue  the  same. 

Lord,  may  we  love  thy  word. 
And  feed  thereon  and  grow ; 

Go  on  to  learn  thy  holy  will, 
And  practice  what  we  know. 


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Not  too  fast. 


SABBATH   SCHOOL  LYRE. 
A  Blessing  sought.     L.  M. 

(HARMONY.)  Music  by  A.  R.  T. 


iiiiigripfiiiffelpi 

Assembled  in  our  school  once  more,  O  Lord,  thy  blessing  we  implore; 


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t=^i5z?rt-U-±?-b=±:E=E:±:EzEtIfz:?dt-l:E 


We  meet  to  read  and  sing  and  pray,  Be  Avith  us,  then,  through  this  thy  day. 


O  Lord,  our  God,  be  pleased  to  bless. 
And  crown  our  studies  with  success ; 
In  our  young  hearts  thy  truth  instil. 
That  we  may  know  and  do  thy  will. 

Our  fervent  prayer  to  thee  ascends, 
For  parents,  teachers,  foes,  and  friends. 
And  when  we  in  thy  house  appear. 
Help  us  to  worship  in  thy  fear. 

When  we  on  earth  shall  meet  no  more. 
May  we  above  to  glory  soar. 
And  praise  thee  in  more  lofty  strains. 
Where  one  eternal  Sabbath  reigns. 


^^  Public  Worshiv. 

Lord,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 

A  whole  assembly  worship  thee  ! 

At  once  they  sing,  at  once  they  pray, 

They  hear  of  heaven,  and  learn  the  way. 

I  have  been  there,  and  still  would  go ; 
'Tis  like  a  taste  of  heaven  below ; 
Not  all  my  pleasures  nor  my  play 
Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  this  day. 

O  write  upon  my  memory.  Lord, 
The  text  and  doctrine  of  thy  word ; 
That  I  may  break  thy  laws  no  more, 
But  love  thee  better  than  before. 


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gy  Prayer  an<l  Praise. 

O  thou,  whom  high  archangels  praise, 
Whose  glory  shines  with  brightest  rays, 
To  thee  our  grateful  hymns  we  tune, 
For  none  can  sing  thy  praise  too  soon. 
O  may  thy  grace  be  all  our  joy, 
Let  gratitude  our  tongues  employ. 
And  lead  young  children,  frail  and  weak, 
Thy  praise  to  sing,  thy  face  to  seek. 

Deny  us  not  our  earnest  prayer. 
That  we  may  all  thy  favour  share  ; 
Be  led  to  each  good  work  and  word. 
As  faithful  servants  of  the  Lord. 

And  bless  our  teachers,  parents,  friends ; 
And  grant,  where'er  thy  name  extends. 
That  heathen  children,  too,  may  bring 
Their  songs  of  praise  to  Israel's  king. 

gg  ^'Keiv  thy  Heart.'' 

Return,  my  roving  heart,  return. 
And  chase  these  shadowy  forms  no 

Seek  out  some  solitude  to  mourn,  [more ; 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

And  thou,  my  God,  whose  piercing  eye 
Distinct  surveys  each  deep  recess, 

In  these  abstracted  hours  draw  nigh. 
And  with  thy  presence  fill  the  place. 

Through  all  the  mazes  of  my  heart 
My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide. 

And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart. 
Till  all  be  searched  and  purified. 

Then  with  the  visits  of  thy  love, 

Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer  ; 

Till  every  grace  shall  join  to  prove 
That  God  has  fixed  his  dwellino;  there, 


^Q  Anniversary  Hymn* 

From  year  to  year  in  love  we  meet ; 

From  year  to  year  in  peace  we  part ; 
The  tongues  of  children  uttering  sweet 

The  thrilling  joy  of  every  heart. 
But  time  rolls  on  ;  and,  year  by  year, 

AVe  change,  grow  up,  or  pass  away  ; 
Not  twice  the  same  assembly  here 

Have  hailed  the  children's  festal  day. 

Death,  ere  another  year,  shall  strike 
Some  in  our  number,  marked  to  fall : 

Be  young  and  old  prepared  alike  ; 
The  wai-ning  is  to  each,  to  all. 

Oft  broke,  our  failing  ranks  renew  ; 

Send  teachers,  children,  in  our  place ; 
More  humble,  docile,  faithful,  true, 

More  like  thy  Son,  from  race  to  race. 

C^Q  Love  for  the  Sabbath. 

I  love  to  have  the  Sabbath  come. 
For  then  I  rise  and  quit  my  home, 
And  haste  to  school,  with  cheerful  air, 
To  meet  my  dearest  teachers  there. 

'Tis  there  I'm  always  taught  to  pray 
That  God  would  bless  me  day  by  day, 
And  safely  guard  and  guide  me  still, 
And  help  me  to  obey  his  will. 

From  all  the  lessons  I  obtain 
May  I  a  store  of  knowledge  gain, 
And  early  seek  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  gain  from  him  supplies  of  grace. 

And  then,  thro'  life's  remaining  days, 
I'll  love  to  sing  my  Saviour's  praise  ; 
And  bless  the  Icindness  and  the  grace 
That  brought  me  to  this  sacred  place. 


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SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 

"God  is  Good."  L.  M. 

(RELIANCE.)  From  the  Mus.  Ed-  Soc.  Collection. 


*^      -^-  -^-  -fi»-  -5-         ^  -^-  -J-  -J-  -#-  -^-  -^-  -^-  -^-  -J  .0- 

God,  thou  art  good  !  each  perfumed  flower,  The  smiling  fields,  the  dark  green  wood. 


f* 1 I_^_^_X_^(J_^ 


-#-  -%-  -5- 


The     in  -  sect  fluttering    for    an  hour 


All  things  proclaim  that 


good. 


iii^iigiiii 


I  hear  it  in  tlie  rushing  wind, 

The  hills  that  have  for  ages  stood  ; 
The  clouds  with  golden  colors  lined, 

Are  all  repeating,  God  is  good. 
Each  little  rill,  that  many  a  year 

Has  the  same  verdant  path  pursued, 
And  every  bird,  in  accents  clear. 

Joins  in  the  song  that  God  is  good. 
And  countless  are  the  blazing  stars. 

That  sing  his  praise  with  light  renewed 
The  rising  sun  each  day  declares, 

In  rays  of  glory,  God  is  good. 
The  moon,  that  waUcs  in  brightness,  says 

That  God  is  good  !  and  we,  endued 
With  power  to  speak  our  INIaker's  praise, 

Will  still  repeat  that  God  is  good. 


9^  The  Sabbath. 

Another  six  days  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun  : 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Lnprove  the  day  that  God  hath  blest. 
Come,  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  assigns 
So  sweet  a  rest  to  wearied  minds ; 
Draws  us  away  from  earth  to  heaven, 
And  gives,  this  day,  the  food  of  seven. 
O  may  our  prayers  and  praises  rise 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies  ; 
And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose 
Which  none  but  he  who  feels  it  knows. 
In  holy  duties  may  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures  pass  away  ; 
How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end. 


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03         "Wautferinst  lamented* 

Lord,  we  have  wander'd  from  the  way ; 
Like  foolish  sheep,  we've  gone  astray ; 
Our  pleasant  pastures  we  have  left, 
And  of  their  guard  our  souls  bereft. 
Exposed  to  want,  exposed  to  harm. 
Far  from  our  Shepherd's  gentle  arm, 
Nor  will  the  fatal  wandering  cease. 
Till  thou  reveal  the  paths  of  peace. 

O  seek  thy  thoughtless  creatures,  Lord, 
Nor  let  us  quite  forget  thy  word  ; 
Our  erring  souls  do  thou  restore, 
And  keep  us  that  we  stray  no  more. 

QM  Prayer  for  Gui<Taiicc« 

Be  with  mc,  Lord,  where'er  I  go,    [do ; 
Teach  me  what  thou  would'st  have  me 
Suggest  whate'er  I  think  or  say, 
Direct  me  in  the  narrow  way. 

Assist  and  teach  me  how  to  pray, 
Incline  my  nature  to  obey, — 
What  thou  abhorrest  may  I  llee, 
And  love  alone  what  pleases  thee. 

O  may  I  never  do  my  will, 
But  thine,  and  only  thine,  fulfil ; 
Let  all  my  time,  and  all  my  ways, 
Be  spent,  and  ended,  with  thy  praise. 

€^^  Holy  Aspirationiit 

O  Lord,  my  Saviour  and  my  King, 
Of  all  I  have,  or  hope,  the  spring ! 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
To  warm  my  heart  with  holy  love. 

Let  love  through  all  my  conduct  shine, 
An  image  fair,  though  faint,  of  thine ; 
Father  of  all,  great  Lord  of  love, 
Let  me  thy  humble  follower  prove. 


0Q  Illness  of  a  Teacher. 

O  thou,  before  whose  gracious  throne 
We  bow  our  suppliant  spirits  down. 
Regard  our  simple,  earnest  prayer, 
And  make  our  teacher  now  thy  care. 
Preserve  thy  servant  from  the  grave ; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm,  O  Lord,  to  save : 
Back  to  our  hopes  and  wishes  give 
Our  teacher.  Lord,  and  bid  him  live. 

Yet  if  our  supplications  fail, 
And  prayers  and  tears  cannot  prevail, 
Be  thou  liis  strength,  be  thou  his  stay, 
Support  him  through  the  narrow  way. 

Around  him  may  thy  angels  stand, 
To  bear  him  to  a  better  land ; 
To  teach  his  happy  soul  to  rise, 
And  waft  him  to  the  upper  skies. 

Q^  Sabbath  Invocation* 

^Vc  leave  our  tasks,  we  leave  our  play, 
To  think  of  thee,  O  God,  to-day ; 
O  teach  our  hearts  and  tongues  to  raise 
The  prayer  of  faith,  the  song  of  praise. 

Let  not  an  earthly  thought  annoy 
The  pleasure  of  this  sweet  employ ;     • 
May  selfish  passions  all  be  still, 
AMiile  we  inquire  to  know  thy  will. 

Qg  Trinmph  in  Death. 

Jesus  !  my  head  must  soon  be  laid 
In  some  cold  grave  beneath  the  shade ; 
But  wherefore  should  I  fear  to  die, 
Since  death  has  lost  the  victory  ? 

Yes,  thou  hast  conquered  even  death, 
AATiich  can  but  take  this  feeble  breath ; 
My  soul  shall  live,  and  rise,  and  sing 
The  praises  of  my  glorious  King. 


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09 

Words  by  E.  Bradford. 


SABBATH   SCHOOL   LYRE. 
Youth  Entreated.     C.  M. 

(repose.)  From  Bird^s  Sacred  Lyrist. 


O    why  should  gay  and  blooming  youth     To    earth   its  hopes  con  -  fine  j 


f  -#-  -^  -a-  -•-  -#■•  -0-  -«"-  s 


9^0 


spark     di    -    vine  ? 


The  earth  itself  must  soon  decay — 

Brief  are  its  joys  at  best ; 
Build  not  so  low  as  its  dark  shores, 

Seek  not  on  earth  thy  rest. 

Its  ties  will  snap — its  brittle  ties, 
And  leave  thee  nought  to  cheer ; 

And  Death's  cold  touch  will  chill  thy 
And  fin  thy  heart  with  fear,     [blood, 

O  forge  no  chains  to  fetter  what 
Thy  God  himself  made  free ; 

Yield  not  thy  youthful  heart  to  sin, — 
Its  strength  may  master  thee. 


1 00  'P\ea.  fur  Mercy. 

Mercy  I  ask  to  seal  my  peace, 
That,  kept  by  Jesus'  power, 

I  may  from  every  evil  cease. 
And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

Now,  if  thy  gracious  will  it  be, 
E'en  now  my  sins  remove. 

And  set  my  soul  at  liberty 
By  thy  victorious  love. 

Nothing  I  ask  or  want  beside. 
Of  all  in  earth  or  heaven. 

But  let  me  feel  thy  blood  applied, 
And  live  and  die  forgiven. 


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101  Repose. 

There  is  an  hour  of  hallowed  peace 
For  those  with  care  oppressed, 

When  sighs  and  sorrowng  tears  shall 
And  all  be  hushed  to  rest       [cease, 

'Tis  then  the  soul  is  freed  from  fears 
And  doubts  which  here  annoy ; 

Then  they  that  oft  had  sown  in  tears 
Shall  reap  again  in  joy. 

There  Is  a  home  of  sweet  repose, 
Where  storms  assail  no  more  ; 

The  stream  of  endless  pleasure  flows 
On  that  celestial  shore. 

There  purity  with  love  appears, 

And  bliss  without  alloy  ; 
Tliere  they  that  oft  had  sown  in  tears 

Shall  reap  again  in  joy. 

I  03    *'>■»>'**•'  *»**  God's  Presence. 

O  could  I  find  from  day  to  day 

A  nearness  to  my  God  ! 
Then  should  my  hours    glide    sweet 

And  lean  upon  his  word.  [away. 

Lord,  I  desire  with  thee  to  live 

Anew  from  day  to  day. 
In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 

Nor  ever  take  away. 

O,  Jesus,  come  and  rule  my  heart. 
And  make  me  wholly  thine. 

That  I  may  never  more  depart. 
Nor  grieve  thy  love  divine. 

Thus  till  my  last  expiring  breath. 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore  ; 
And  when  my  flesh  dissolves  in  death, 

My  soul  shall  love  thee  more. 
[3] 


103  Pure  Worship. 

The  offerings  to  thy  throne  which  rise 
Of  mingled  praise  and  prayer, 

Are  but  a  worthless  sacrifice, 
Unless  the  heart  is  there. 

Upon  thine  all-discerning  ear 
Let  no  vain  words  intrude  ; 

No  tribute,  but  the  vow  sincere, 
The  tribute  of  the  good. 

My  ofl*erings  will  indeed  be  blest 

If  sanctified  by  thee, 
If  thy  pure  Spirit  touch  my  breast 

With  its  own  purity. 

O,  may  that  Spirit  warm  my  heart 

To  piety  and  love, 
And  to  life's  lowly  vale  impart 

Some  rays  from  heaven  above. 

104  Study  of  God's  AVord. 

Happy  the  children  of  the  Lord, 

AVho,  walking  in  his  sight. 
Make  all  the  precepts  of  his  word 

Their  study  and  delight. 

That  precious  wealth  shall  be  their 
Which  cannot  know  decay ;  [dower. 

Which  moth  or  rust  shall  ne'er  devour, 
Nor  spoiler  take  away. 

For  them  that  heavenly  light  shall 
AVhose  cheering  rays  illume  [spread. 

The  darkest  hours  of  life,  and  shed 
A  halo  round  the  tomb. 

Their  works  of  piety  and  love, 

Performed  through  Christ  their  Lord,. 

Forever  registered  above, 
Shall  meet  a  sure  reward. 


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SABBATH   SCHOOL   LYRE. 
My  Rest  is  in  Heaven,     lis. 

(HBALV.)  Music  by  A.  R.  T. 


My  rest  is  in  heaven,  my  rest  is  not  here,  Then  why  should  I  murmur  when  trials  are  near  ? 


"0 r — ^-^T— 1-^-~:t ^  r— li — ^t — h^^-^Ti — ^t — H 

-0-         ~9~  ~0 


Be  hushed  my  sad  spirit,  the  worst  that  can  come  But  shortens  my  journey  and  hastens  me  home 


'M' 


ztA^.:W-W-W] 


?2i^^iiiPJsgE 


It  is  not  for  me  to  be  seeking  my  bliss 
And  building  my  hopes  in  a  region  like  this ; 
I  look  for  a  city  which  hands  have  not  piled, — 
I  pant  for  a  country  by  sin  undefiled. 

The  thorn  and  the  thistle  around  me  may  grow, 
I  would  not  he  down  upon  roses  below ; 
I  ask  not  my  portion,  I  seek  not  my  rest 
Until  I  shall  find  them  in  Jesus's  breast. 

Afflictions  may  damp  me, — they  cannot  destroy, 
One  glimpse  of  His  love  turns  them  all  into  joy, 
And  th'  bitterest  tears,  if  he  smiles  but  on  them. 
Like  dew  in  the  sunshine,  grow  diamond  and  gem 
My  rest  is  in  Heaven,  &c. 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE.  335 

]|00  Scene  at  the  Sepulchre* 

Sweet  spices  they  brought  on  their  star-lighted  way, 
And  came  to  the  grave  by  the  dawning  of  day : 
"  But  who  will  the  stone  from  the  sepulchre  roll  ?" 
They  said,  as  the  tear  from  their  weeping  eyes  stole. 

The  stone  is  removed,  and  the  Saviour  is  gone : — 
O  hail,  ye  disciples,  this  bright  Sabbath  morn ; 
Lift,  hft  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
Your  JNIaster  has  risen,  and  ye  shall  not  die. 

May  Christ  now  appear,  as  to  Maiy  he  came, 
And  fill  every  bosom  with  piety's  flame ; 
Then  heaven's  bright  glories  we  soon  shall  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  so  peaceful  be  useless  and  vain. 

1(^2  The  Sabbath. 

How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath,  the  morning  of  rest. 
The  day  of  the  week  which  I  ought  to  love  best ; 
The  morning  my  Saviour  arose  from  the  tomb. 
And  took  from  the  grave  all  its  terror  and  gloom. 

Then  let  us  be  thoughtful  and  prayerful  to-day, 
Nor  carelessly  trifle  this  season  away ; 
Remembering  that  Sabbaths  were  graciously  given 
To  teach  us  to  seek,  and  prepare  us  for  heaven. 


|0§  The  Lord^s  Prayer. 

Our  Father  in  heaven,  we  hallow  thy  name ! 
May  thy  kingdom  holy  on  earth  be  the  same ; 
O  give  to  us  daily  our  portion  of  bread, — 
It  is  from  thy  bounty  that  all  must  be  fed. 

Forgive  our  transgressions,  and  teach  us  to  know 
That  humble  compassion  that  pardons  each  foe ; 
Keep  us  from  temptation,  from  weakness  and  sin, 
And  thine  be  the  glory,  forever.  Amen. 


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109 


SABBATH    SCHOOL   LYRE. 
Heaven.     L.  M. 

(wiLMBB.)  Music  by  A.  T. 


I  P       0 

O  when  the  hours  of    life   are  past,  And  death's  dark  shades  arrive  at  last, 


'^         --^  I       ^^— •  -^-  ^  ^  ~0-    ^  -gi- 

lt is     not  sleep,  it         is     not    rest, 'Tis      glo-ry    opening     to      the  blest. 


tliriiiSiigiiiilgli 


:--±t 

Their  course  to  heav'n,  the'  stained  by  sin, 
Yet  Christ  shall  there  receive  them  in; 
There  each  shall  wear  a  robe  of  light, 
Like  his,  divinely  fair  and  bright. 
There,  parted  hearts  again  shall  meet, 
In  union  holy,  calm  and  sweet; 
There  grief  find  rest,  and  never  more 
Shall  sorrow  call  them  to  deplore. 
No  storms  shall  ride  the  troubled  air. 
No  voice  of  passion  enter  there; 
But  all  be  peaceful  as  the  sigh 
Of  evening  gales,  that  breathe  and  die. 
For  there  the  God  of  mercy  sheds 
His  purest  influence  on  their  heads. 
And  gilds  the  spirits  round  the  throne 
With  glory  radiant  as  his  own. 


110  Goil)  our  Fnlher* 

Great  God  !  and  wilt  thou  condescend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  friend  ? 
I  but  a  child,  and  thou  so  high, 
The  Lord  of  earth,  and  air,  and  sky  ! 
Art  thou  my  Father  ? — Let  me  be 
A  meek,  obedient  child  to  thee; 
And  try,  in  every  deed  and  thought, 
To  serve  and  please  thee  as  I  ought. 
Art  thou  my  Father? — I'll  depend 
Upon  the  care  of  such  a  friend ; 
And  only  wish  to  do  and  be 
Whatever  seemeth  good  to  thee. 
Art  thou  my  Father  ? — Then,  at  last, 
When  all  my  days  on  earth  are  past, 
Send  down,  and  take  me,  in  thy  love, 
To  be  thy  better  child  above. 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 


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111    I'cf^t^  of  the  Riehtcons. 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies ! 

When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest, 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes, 

How  gently   heaves   the    expiring 
breast! 

So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away, 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er, 

So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day, 
^  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys ; 
Nothing  disturbs  that  peace  profound, 

Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

Life's  duty  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 
Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies  ; 

"While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies ! 

I  12  Sabbnth  Day. 

We  bless  thee  for  this  sacred  day, 
Thou  who  hast  every  blessing  given. 
Which  sends  the  dreams  of  earth  away, 
And  yields  a  glimpse  of  opening  heaven. 

Lord,  in  this  day  of  holy  rest, 
We  would  improve  the  calm  repose  ^ 
And,  in  thy  service  truly  blest. 
Forget  the  world,  its  joys  and  woes. 

Lord !  may  thy  truth,  upon  the  heart 
Now  fall  and  dwell  as  heavenly  dew. 
And  flowers  of  grace  in  freshness  start 
Where  once  the  weeds  of  error  grew. 
We  would  our  prayers  with  fervor  bring. 
And  lay  them  at  thy  sacred  throne. 
And  render  praise,  O  heavenly  King, 
To  thee,  who  praise  can  claim  alone. 


113  Teachina  of  Jesus. 

How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 
Prom  hps  of  gentleness  and  grace. 
When  listening  thousands  gathered  round, 
And  joy  and  reverence  filled  the  place. 
From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he 

spoke, 
To  heaven  he  led  his  followers'  way ; 
Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke. 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 
"  Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Father's  home, 
Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest !" 
Yes,  sacred  Teacher,  we  will  come, 
Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest. 

114  '^***^  Bible. 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 

When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade, 
Ere  we  can  ofler  our  complaints 

Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 
Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar ; 

In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide ; 
While  every  nation,  every  shore. 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 
That  sacred  book,  thy  hoh'  word, 

All  our  distressing  fear  controls; 
Sweet  peace  the  promises  aflbrd. 

And  give  new  stiength  to  fainting  souls. 

11^        Invilal'oii  to  Praise. 

Thus  far  we're  spared  again  to  meet 
Before  Jehovah's  mercy  seat ; 
To  seek  his  face,  to  praise  and  pray, 
And  hail  another  Sabbath-day. 
Let  every  tongue  its  silence  break. 
Let  every  tongue  his  goodness  speak, 
AVho  deigns  his  glory  to  display 
On  each  returning  Sabbath-day. 


38  SABBATH   SCHOOL   LYRE. 

110  Children's  Prayer.     S.  M. 

Slow  and  expressive.  (caldicott.)  Music  and  words  by  J.  M.  H. 


Dear       Saviour,  hear  our  prayer, —  We   bow    be  -  fore 


thf 


throne 


may  we    find    ac 


cept-ance  there,  And   peace  be-fore 


9' 
on  -  known. 


=rfci=*=^=±z:?zf=t=£=3b»'zi3*z:atr=r:z:±z2ttE 


Dear  Saviour,  hear  our  prayer, — 

O  turn  not  thou  away, 
For  in  temptation's  fearful  hour 

Thou  art  our  only  stay. 

Dear  Saviour,  hear  our  prayer, — 
No  other  power  but  thine 

Can  fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  joy 
With  rays  of  light  divine. 

Dear  Saviour,  hear  our  prayer. 

On  thee  alone  we  caU ; 
O  keep  our  feet  in  Wisdom's  way 

That  we  may  never  fall. 


Ijy  Holy  Desires. 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace  ! 

The  promise  calls  me  near ; 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 

And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

Thine  image,  Lord,  bestow. 
Thy  presence  and  thy  love ; 

I  ask  to  serve  thee  here  below, 
And  reign  with  thee  above. 

Teach  me  to  live  by  faith. 
Conform  my  will  to  thine ; 

Let  me  victorious  be  in  death, 
And  then  in  glory  shine. 


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118  Seckins  God. 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue 
This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  ; 

And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taste  thy  love  divine. 

For  life,  without  thy  love, 

No  relish  can  afford ; 
No  joy  can  be  compared  to  this. 

To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 

Since  thou  hast  been  my  help. 

To  thee  my  spirit  flies ; 
And  on  thy  Avatchful  providence 

My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

The  shadow  of  thy  wings 

My  soul  in  safety  keeps  ; 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 

And  he  supports  my  steps. 

110  Tcaclier's  Prayer. 

Control  my  every  thought, 

And  all  my  sin  remove ; 
Let  every  work  in  thee  be  wrought, 

Let  all  be  wrought  in  love. 

O  bless  me  with  the  mind, 

Meek  Lamb,  that  was  in  thee  ! 

And  let  my  faith  and  zeal  be  joined 
With  perfect  charity. 

O  may  I  love  like  thee  ; 

In  all  thy  footsteps  tread ; 
Thou  hatest  all  iniquity. 

But  nothing  thou  hast  made. 

O  may  I  learn  the  art, 

With  meekness  to  reprove  ! 

And  hate  the  sin  with  all  my  heart, 
But  still  the  sinner  love. 


190        Invitation  of  Jesus* 

See  Israel's  Shepherd  stand, 

With  all-engaging  charms ; 
See  how  he  takes  the  tender  lambs, 

And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 

"  Permit  them  to  approach, — 
Forbid  them  not,"  he  cried ; 

"  Of  such  my  Father's  kingdom  is, 
And  such  with  him  abide." 

O  let  this  little  flock. 

We  children  seek  his  face ; 
And  fly  with  transport  to  receive 

The  blessings  of  his  grace. 

I O  I  P .  rse  r e  rn  nee. 

Thou  Source  of  every  good. 
Preserve  and  keep  me  still ; 

Do  thou  direct  my  heart  and  hand 
To  execute  thy  wdll. 

From  every  earthly  charm, 

O  set  my  spirit  free ; 
May  I  my  time  and  strength  devote, 

My  life,  my  all,  to  thee. 
In  wisdom's  pleasant  ways 

Help  me  to  persevere. 
Till  I  shall  reach  the  world  of  bliss 

And  serve  thee  better  there. 

1 93  Henvcn. 

There  is  a  land  above 

All  beautiful  and  bright. 
And  those  who  love  and  seek  the  Lord 

Rise  to  that  world  of  light. 
There  sin  is  known  no  more. 

Nor  tears,  nor  want,  nor  care ; 
There  good  and  happy  beings  dwell, 

And  all  are  holy  there. 


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id3 

Slow. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL  LYRE. 
Frailty.     S.  M. 

(OLMUTZ.) 


The      lil  -  ies      of    the    field,    That      quickly   fade      a  -  way, 


May     well     to      us      a      Ies  -  son  yield,  For    we     are  frail     as     they. 


:=:t==^j-^:; 


^±z*z=M-. 


'^jm. 


Just  like  an  early  rose, 

I've  seen  an  infant  bloom ; 
But  death,  perhaps,  before  it  blows, 

AVill  lay  it  in  the  tomb. 

Then  let  us  think  on  death. 

Though  we  are  young  and  gay; 

For  God,  who  gave  our  life  and  breath, 
Can  take  them  both  away. 

To  God,  who  made  them  all. 

Let  children  humbly  cry ; 
And  then,  whenever  death  may  call, 

They'll  be  prepared  to  die. 


I34L       T^^y  Kingdom  Come* 

Lord,  let  thy  kingdom  come ; 

Let  thy  good  Spirit  find 
A  calm  abode,  a  peaceful  home, 

A  temple  in  our  mind. 

In  us  reveal  thy  laws, 

And  teach  us  all  thy  will ; 
That  we,  devoted  to  thy  cause, 

Thy  pleasure  may  fulfil. 

Let  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 

Be  fully,  freely  given. 
And  may  our  youthful  hearts  improve, 

Till  we  are  fit  for  heaven. 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 


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19tS  SuiKlnr  Morning* 

Lord,  fix  our  wand'ring  thoughts, 

Thy  sacred  word  to  hear, 
With  deep  attention,  and  with  love, 

With  rev  rence,  and  with  fear. 

Let  us  remember  still 

That  God  is  present  here ; 
And  let  our  hearts  be  all  engaged 

When  we  draw  near  in  prayer. 

And  when  the  humble  notes 
Of  praise  our  lips  employ, 

Give  us  to  taste  the  sweet  delight 
Which  saints  in  heaven  enjoy. 

0  may  thy  sacred  word 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

And  let  us  all  by  grace  be  brought 
To  Christ,  the  promised  rest. 

1  ^(^    Dentil  of  a  Pious  CitHd. 

When  sickness,  pain,  and  death 

Come  o'er  a  godly  child, 
How  sweetly  then  departs  the  breath ! 

The  dying  pang  how  mild ! 

It  gently  sinks  to  rest, 

As  once  it  used  to  do 
Upon  its  mother's  tender  breast. 

And  as  securely  too. 

The  spirit  is  not  dead, 

Though  low  the  body  lies ; 

But,  freed  from  sin  and  sorrow,  fled 
To  dwell  beyond  the  skies. 

That  death  is  but  a  sleep 
Beneath  a  Saviour's  care ; 

And  he  will  surely  safely  keep 
The  body  resting  there. 


197      Chri«t*8  Compassion* 

The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  those  that  fear  his  name, 

Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel, — 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

Our  days  are  as  the  grass. 

Or  like  the  morning  flower. 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field 

It  withers  in  an  hour. 
But  thy  compassions.  Lord, 

To  endless  years  endure  ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 

Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

I3S  Dependence* 

Teach  me,  my  God  and  l^ng, 

In  all  things  thee  to  see ; 
And  what  I  do  in  any  thing, 

To  do  it  as  for  thee ! 
To  scorn  the  senses'  sway. 

While  still  to  thee  I  tend ; 
In  all  I  do  be  thou  the  way, — 

In  all,  be  thou  the  end. 
All  may  of  thee  partake, — 

Nothing  so  small  can  be. 
But  draws,  when  acted  for  thy  sake, 

Greatness  and  worth  from  thee. 

IS9  "^^^  Infant  School. 

Within  these  walls  be  peace, 

Love  through  our  borders  found, 

In  all  our  little  palaces 
Prosperity  abound. 

God  scorns  not  humble  things  ; 

Here,  though  the  proud  despise, 
The  children  of  the  I^ng  of  kings 

Are  traininof  for  the  skies. 


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SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 

130  United  Praise.     H.  M. 

(lischeb.)  Music  by  L.  Mason,  from  C.  Sacra. 

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Come,  let  our  voices       join 
To       God,  the  God  of    love. 


In       joy-ful  songs  of   praise;)  To 

Our  thankful  hearts  we'll  raise  ;  ) 


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praise      belongs,      Our  earliest  and    our         lat    -    est  songs, 

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Within  these  hallowed  walls 

Our  wandering  feet  are  brought, 
Where  prayer  and  praise  ascend, 
And  heavenly  truths  are  taught ; 
To  God  alone  your  offerings  bring ; 
Let  young  and  old  his  praises  sing. 


Our  ear-Iiest  and    oar  latest  songs. 

Lord,  let  this  work  of  love 

Be  crowned  with  full  success ; 
Let  thousands  yet  unborn, 
Thy  sacred  name  here  bless ; 
To  thee,  O  Lord,  all  praise  to  thee 
We'll  raise  throughout  eternity. 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYKE. 


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][3l  Sabbath  Mornins* 

Welcome,  delightful  morn, 
Sweet  day  of  sacred  rest, 
I  hail  thy  kind  return  ; 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest ; 
From  low  desires  and  fleeting  toys, 
I  soar  to  reach  eternal  joys. 

Now  may  the  King  descend, 

And  All  his  throne  of  grace  ; 
Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend, 
AVTiile  saints  address  thy  face  ; 
Let  sinners  feel  thy  quickening  Avord, 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 

Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers  ; 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  bless  these  sacred  houi-s ; 
Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  be  enjoyed  in  vain. 


1 33  Thatiksgivina* 

Give  thanks  to  God  most  high, 

The  univei'sal  Lord ; 
The  sovereign  l^ng  of  kings, 
And  be  his  grace  adored. 
Thy  mercy,  Lord,  I  And  ever  sure 
Shall  still  endure,  |  Abides  thy  word. 

He  sent  his  only  Son 

To  save  us  from  our  wo, 
From  Satan,  sin,  and  death. 
And  every  hurtful  foe. 
His  power  and  grace  I  And  let  his  name 
Are  still  the  same,      |  Have  endless  praise. 


133  ^lo<^>'>s  Anniversary  Hymn* 

Dear  Father,  ere  we  part, 
O  let  thy  grace  descend. 
And  fill  each  youthful  heart 

With  peace,  from  Christ  our  friend; 
May  showers  of  blessings  from  above 
Descend  and  fill  our  hearts  with  love. 

We  know  that  soon  on  earth 

The  fondest  ties  must  end, — 
Our  own  most  cherished  hopes 
To  death's  cold  hand  must  bend  ; 
The  fairest  flowers  in  all  their  bloom. 
Must  soon  he  withered  in  the  tomb. 

Then  when  our  spirits  leave 

These  tenements  of  clay, 

May  they  to  God  who  gave. 

Ascend, — in  endless  day. 

To  join  with  parents,  teachers,  friends, 

That  anthem  sweet  which  never  ends. 


134      Pi^yer  for  a  Blessing* 

To  Thee,  our  wants  are  known, 
From  thee  are  all  our  powers ; 
Accept  what  is  thine  own. 
And  pardon  what  is  ours ; 
Our  praises.  Lord,  and  prayers  receive, 
And  to  thy  word  a  blessing  give. 

O  grant  that  each  of  us, 

Who  meet  before  thee  here. 
May  meet  together  thus. 

When  thou  and  thine  appear ! 
And  follow  thee  to  heaven  our  home ; 
E'en  so.  Amen,  Lord  Jesus,  come ! 


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135 


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SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 
Invitation.     C.  M. 

(OEDHAM.) 


Ye  hearts  with  youthful  viRor  warm,       In      smil-ing  crowds  draw  near : 


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And    turn   from      eve-ry      mor  -  tal      charm,      A       Saviour's  voice  to 


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;harm,      A       Saviour's  voice  to      hear. 


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He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 
Stoops  to  converse  with  you ; 

He  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

The  soul  that  longs  to  see  his  face 

Is  sure  his  love  to  gain ; 
And  those  who  early  seek  his  grace 

Shall  never  seek  in  vain. 

Then  come,  ^vith  youthful  vigor  warm, 

To  Jesus  now  draw  near. 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 

A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 


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ISO  Malcriml  Hyuiu. 

Jesus,  assembled  in  thy  name, 
We  bow  the  suppliant  knee, 

And  as  the  ancient  mothers  came, 
We  bring  our  charge  to  thee. 

O  thou,  good  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
AVho  didst  thy  life  lay  down, 

These  objects  of  thy  goodness  keep. 
And  guard  them  as  thine  own. 

Fold  them  within  thy  kind  embrace, 
And  feed  them  with  thy  love ; 

Till  they  are  called  to  see  thy  face, 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 


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137  '^'■<'  Saviour  Calls. 

The  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 
Attend  the  heavenly  sound ; 

Ye  doubting  souls  dismiss  your  fear ; 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 
Here,  streams  of  bounty  flow ; 

And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  wo. 

Ye  children,  come — 'tis  mercy's  voice  ; 

That  gracious  voice  obey ; 
'Tis  Jesus  calls  to  heavenly  joys — 

And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

Dear  Saviour !  draw  reluctant  hearts ; 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts. 

And  drink — and  never  die. 

I  38  '^-*^  Bible. 

A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic  as  the  sun  ; 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age. 

It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 
The  gracious  light  and  heat, 

Its  trutiis  upon  the  nations  rise — 
They  nse,  but  never  set. 

Let  endless  thanks,  O  God,  be  thine. 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 

AVith  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

With  steadfast  zeal  may  we  pursue 
The  paths  of  truth  and  love  ; 

Till  glory  break  upon  our  view 
In  brisfhter  worlds  above. . 


I  ^€^      Infant  School  Hyxun* 

Come,  let  us  join  the  hosts  above, 

Now  in  our  youthful  days  ; 
Remember  our  Creator's  love, 

And  lisp  our  Father's  praise. 
His  majesty  will  not  despise 

The  day  of  feeble  things ; 
Grateful  the  songs  of  children  rise, 

And  please  the  Iving  of  kings. 
He  loves  to  be  remembered  thus, 

And  honored  for  his  grace ;' 
Out  of  the  mouths  of  babes  like  us 

His  M'isdom  calls  forth  praise. 
Glory  to  God,  and  praise  and  power, 

Honor  and  thanks  be  given  ! 
Children  and  cherubim  adore 

The  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven. 

I  40  Call  to  Sl»iirr!!i. 

Let  us  adore  the  grace  that  seeks 

To  draw  our  hearts  above  : 
For,  lo !  the  great  Jehovah  speaks, 

And  every  word  is  love. 
Lord,  help  us  now  to  seek  thy  face, 

By  Christ  the  living  way ; 
And  praise  thee  for  this  hour  of  grace 

Through  an  eternal  day ! 

I  /J.  J  Chr'st  our  Theme* 

Jesus,  unite  our  hearts  to  thee, 

And  join  us  all  in  one  ; 
And  in  our  meetings  every  where. 

Be  thou  our  theme  alone. 
Reign  thou  sole  monarch  of  our  hearts, 

Without  a  rival  reign ; 
Till  we  with  angels  join  above, 

To  praise  the  Lamb  once  slain. 


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143 


SABBATH   SCHOOL   LYRE. 
Christmas  Hymn.     7s. 

(CAROL.)  Music  by  A.  R.  T. 


Shepherds  keeping  watch  by  night,  Saw  a-round  a  glo-rious  light,  Heard  an  an-gel 


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then  proclaim  Christ  is  born  in  Beth-le-hem,  Christ  is  born  in       Beth  -  le  -  hem. 


Soon  by  many  a  heavenly  tongue 
"  Glory  be  to  God"  was  sung, 
"  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men, 
Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 
Joyful  tidings  to  mankind  ! 
Richest  grace  they  now  may  find ; 
Children,  too,  this  grace  may  claim, 
Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem. 

O  !  how  great  his  grace  and  love, 
Thus  to  leave  his  throne  above ; 
Thus  to  bear  our  guilt  and  shame, 
And  be  born  in  Bethlehem. 
Lord !  accept  our  warmest  praise 
For  this  condescending  grace. 
And  our  hearts  with  love  inflame, 
For  thy  birth  in  Bethlehem. 


1 43  Exultation. 

Children  of  the  heavenly  I^ng, 
As  ye  journey  sweetly  sing. 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 
Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 
Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest ; 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepared, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 
Lord,  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below ; 
Only  thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 


SABBATH   SCHOOL   LYRE. 


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144  Praise. 

Glory  to  our  heavenly  I^ng  ! 
Bounteous  Parent !  thee  we  sing  ; 
Gratitude  the  strain  inspires, 
Humble  hopes,  sincere  desires. 

God  of  glory  !  God  of  love  ! 
Lord  of  all  the  worlds  above  ! 
Thee  we  bless  for  daily  food, 
Thee  we  bless  for  every  good. 

More  than  all  we  praise  thee,  Lord, 
For  the  blessings  of  thy  word  ; 
For  the  tidings  Jesus  brought, 
For  the  precepts  Jesus  taught. 

Gracious  Father !  Heavenly  Iving ! 
Feeble  hps  presume  to  sing ; 
Children's  voices  humbly  raise 
Grateful,  fervent  songs  of  praise. 

|4»>        Anniversary  Hymn. 

Friends  and  kindred,  welcome  here, 
See  us  at  our  Teachers'  side ; 

Jesus,  'tis  thy  boundless  love 
Such  instiniction  dost  provide. 

]VIillions,  millions,  in  our  world 
Still  are  groping  on  their  way, 

AYrapt  in  darkness,  sunk  in  guilt, 
Ignorant  of  the  Sabbath-day. 

We  are  blest  with  heavenly  light 
Shining  through  God's  sacred  page, 

0  may  studies  so  sublime, 

All  our  youthful  hearts  engage. 

Now  let  every  thought  and  word, 

Every  feeling  and  desire, 
All,  in  beautiful  accord. 

Sweetly  in  his  praise  conspire. 


146  Darkness  Scattered* 

Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb, 
Jesus  scatters  all  its  gloom ! 
Day  of  triumph !  through  the  skies, 
See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise ! 
Ye  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
Tiiumph  in  the  scattered  shade  ! 
Drive  your  anxious  cares  away  ; 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 
Chnstians,  dry  your  flowing  tears ; 
Chase  your  unbelieving  fears ; 
Look  on  his  deserted  grave  ; 
Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save. 

147  Songs  of  Praise. 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang. 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun. 
When  he  spake  and  it  was  done. 
Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
"VYhen  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 
Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away. 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day : 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 
Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice  ; 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  0^  praise  to  sing  above. 

B4S  DoxolosT. 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above. 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love : 
Praise  him  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


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149 


SABBATH    SCHOOL   LYKE. 
Preparation  for  Prayer,     7s.  61. 

(pROPONTis.)  Music  by  L.  Mason,  from  S.  S.  Harp. 


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(    Ho-ly    Lord,  our  hearts  prepare       For  the      sol-emn  work  of  prayer;    ) 
I  Grant  that  while  we  bend  the  knee,    All    our  thoughts  may  turn  to    theej  ) 


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Let    thy      presence    here    be   found,  Breathing  peace  and     joy 


a  -  round. 


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AVliile  we  come  around  thy  throne, 
Make  thy  power  and  glory  known ; 
As  thy  children  may  we  call, 
On  our  Father,  Lord  of  all ; 
And  with  holy  love  and  fear 
At  thy  footstool  now  appear. 

Teach  us,  while  we  breathe  our  woes, 
On  thy  promise  to  repose ; 
All  thy  tender  love  to  trace 
In  the  Saviour's  work  of  grace ; 
Let  us  all  in  faith  depend 
On  a  gracious  God  and  friend. 


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9    \—\ 


1^0      Mornins  Iiivocnlioni 

With  the  morning's  early  ray, 
While  the  shades  of  night  depart, 

Let  thy  beams  of  life  convey 
Holy  gladness  to  my  heart ; 

Now  o'er  all  my  steps  preside, 

And  for  all  my  wants  provide. 

In  this  calm,  impressive  hour. 
Let  my  prayer  ascend  on  high ; 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  power, 
Hear  me,  when  to  thee  I  cry ; 

Hear  me  from  thy  lofty  throne, 

For  the  sake  of  Christ,  thy  Son. 


SABBATH 

]^£  Devout  AlFections* 

Jesus  bids  me  seek  his  face  ; 
Lord,  I  come  to  ask  thy  grace  ; 
Send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
Teach  me  to  ol:'ey  and  love  : 
Unto  thee  I  fain  would  go. 
All  I  want  thou  canst  bestow. 


Thou  wilt  e'en  a  child  receive ; 
Thou  wilt  all  my  sins  forgive  ; 
O,  dissolve  this  heart  of  stone, 
Make  me  thine,  and  thine  alone ; 
Sin  is  present  with  me  still, 
Disobedient  is  my  will. 

Sinful  thoughts  too  oft  prevail, 
Vain  desires  my  heart  assail : 
O  my  Saviour,  make  me  whole, 
Form  anew  my  inmost  soul ; 
Kndly  guard  me  every  day, 
Be  my  everlasting  stay. 


1^^      i^abbath  Meditations* 

Now  from  labor  and  from  care. 

And  from  worldly  thoughts,  set  free. 

In  the  work  of  praise  and  prayer, 
Lord,  I  would  commune  with  thee. 

O  behold  me  from  above, 

Fill  me  with  a  Saviour's  love. 

Sin  and  sorrow,  guilt  and  wo, 
Wither  all  my  earthly  joys ; 

Nought  can  charm  me  here  below 
But  my  Saviour's  melting  voice : 

Lord,  forgive,  thy  grace  restore, 

Make  me  thine  forevermore. 
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SCHOOL   LYRE. 


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1^3  Clirist  uiy  Rock. 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood 

From  thy  side,  a  healing  flood, 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, — 

Save  from  wrath,  and  make  me  pure. 

Should  my  tears  forever  flow. 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know. 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone, — 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone. 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

"While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  mine  eyelids  close  in  death. 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown. 
See  thee  on  thy  judgment  throne,T — 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me. 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


t5^  Self-Dedication. 

If  SO  weak  a  youth  as  I 

May  to  thy  great  glory  live, 

All  mine  actions  sanctify. 

All  my  thoughts  and  words  receive-; 

Claim  me  for  thy  service — claim 

All  I  have  and  all  I  am. 

Take  my  soul  and  body's  powers, 
Take  my  memory,  mind  and  wilt, — 

All  my  minutes,  all  my  hours. 
All  I  know,  and  all  I  feel. 

All  I  think,  and  speak,  and  do : 

Take  my  heart — but  make  it  new. 


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155 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    LYRE. 
Worship.     7s. 

(FULTON.)  From  Bradbury'' s  Flora's  Festival. 


When   be-fore  thy  throne  we  kneel,  Filled  with  awe  and    ho    -    ly     fear, 


— :JrA;fcgtJt=t::zfLC-:rfjrEgb3^zJl==[:zl4=~r~T:2dE 


I  -0-  *        •-«- 


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Teach  us,    O     our       God,  to     feel      All       thy  sa  -  cred    presence 


^^i§§^S|^s 


Check  each  proud  and  wandering  tho't 
When  on  thy  great  name  we  call, 

Man  is  nought,  is  less  than  nought, — 
Thou,  O  God,  art  all  in  all. 

AVeak,  imperfect  creatures,  we 
In  this  vale  of  darkness  dwell, 

Yet  presume  to  look  at  thee, 
Mdst  thy  light  ineffable. 

O  receive  the  praise  that  dares 
Seek  thy  heaven-exalted  throne', 

Bless  our  offerings,  hear  our  prayers, 
Lifinite  and  Holy  One. 


1^0       Prayer  for  Slrenglh. 

Son  of  God,  thy  blessing  grant. 
Still  supply  my  every  want ; 
Tree  of  life,  tlaine  influence  shed, 
With  thy  fruit  my  spirit  feed. 

Tenderest  branch,  alas,  am  I ; 
AVithout  thee  I  droop  and  die ; 
Weaker  than  a  bruised  reed, 
Help  I  every  moment  need. 

All  my  hopes  on  thee  depend  ; 
Love  me,  save  me,  to  the  end ! 
Give  me  thy  supporting  grace, 
Take  the  everlasting  praise. 


SABBATH   SCHOOL   LYRE. 


51 


1^7  The  Sabbath. 

Let  the  Sabbath  day  be  blest, 
Day  of  joy  and  day  of  rest, 
Songs  of  praise  ascend  on  high, 
Hallelujahs  fill  the  sky. 

Let  the  Sabbath  day  be  blest. 
Day  of  joy  and  day  of  rest ; 
Humble  prayer  to  God  ascend, 
God  our  Father  and  our  Friend. 

Let  the  Sabbath  day  be  blest. 
Day  of  joy  and  day  of  rest ; 
Gladly  may  we  hear  his  word. 
Gladly  learn  the  way  to  God. 

Let  the  Sabbath  day  be  blest, 
Day  of  joy  and  day  of  rest ; 
Precious  day  to  mortals  given, 
Emblem  of  the  rest  of  heaven. 

{^§        Infant  School  Hymn. 

Jesus,  see  a  little  child 

Humbly  at  thy  footstool  stay ; 

Thou  who  art  so  meek  and  mild 
Stoop,  and  teach  me  what  to  say. 

Though  thou  art  so  great  and  high. 
Thou  dost  view  with  smiling  face, 

Little  children  when  they  cry, 

"  Saviour !  guide  us  by  thy  grace." 

Show  me  what  I  ought  to  be, 
INIake  me  every  evil  shun  ; 

Thee  in  all  things  may  I  see. 
In  thy  holy  footsteps  run. 

Jesus !  all  my  sins  forgive. 

Make  me  lowly,  pure  in  heart, 

For  thy  glory  may  I  live. 

Then  be  with  thee  where  thou  art. 


I  (10  Christ's  loTc  to  Children* 

Saviour !  didst  thou  die  for  me. 

Die  for  one  so  poor  and  mean  ? 
Let  me  look  by  faith  to  thee, 

Love  thee,  trust  thee,  though  unseen. 
Though  the  world  may  turn  aside, 

Spurning  one  so  poor  as  I ; 
Christ,  the  Lord,  was  crucified. 

He  for  me  came  down  to  die. 
On  the  lowly,  contrite  heart. 

If  the  Lord  in  love  look  down. 
And  to  me  his  smiles  impart, 

I  need  fear  no  other  frown. 

160  Bnsnscdness  in  Devotion* 

Lord,  before  thy  presence  come. 

Bow  we  down  with  holy  fear; 
Call  our  erring  footsteps  home, 

Let  us  feel  that  thou  art  near. 
Wandering  tho'ts  and  languid  powers 

Come  not  where  devotion  kneels  : 
Let  the  soul  expand  her  stores, 

Glowing  with  the  joy  she  feels. 
At  the  portals  of  thine  house 

We  resign  our  earth-born  cares  : 
Nobler  thoughts  our  souls  engross. 

Songs  of  praise  and  fervent  prayers. 

161  ^**^  Mornins  and  Cvening* 

Gracious  God !  to  thee  I  pray. 

Give  me  grace  to  pray  aright ; 
Guide  and  bless  me  every  day. 

And  defend  me  every  night. 
Let  thy  mercy,  while  I  live. 

Every  needful  want  supply  ; 
And  thy  blissful  presence  give, 

To  support  me  when  I  die. 


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163 


SABBATH   SCHOOL   LYRE. 
Hymn  of  Gratitude.     L.  M. 

(HEBRON.)         Music  by  L.  Ma.<ion,/rom  B.  Academy. 


With  grateful  hearts  before  thy  throne,  Our  Father,  God,  we   meekly  stand, 

lligili-|iiiigiiii§ 


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And    raise  our  cheerful  songs,  to    own    The  blessings    of    thy  bounteous  hand. 


5^ 


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iiiiil^iliiill?Eiil 


Taught  by  the  friends  thy  love  has  given, 
We  learn  thy  truth  each  holy  day ; 
We  tread  the  road  that  leads  to  heaven, 
That  path  of  peace, — that  pleasant  way. 

AVe  hear  the  Saviour's  accents  flow, 
We  hear  him  bid  us  freely  come ; 
In  his  blest  name  we  gather  now, 
As  children  in  a  Father's  home. 

Long  as  we  live  on  earth,  how  sweet 
The  memory  of  these  hours  to  share ; 
And  round  thy  throne  in  heaven  to  meet 
With  those  who  strove  to  lead  us  there ! 


103        -^  BIcHsing  Invoked* 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  this  day, 
Come,  bear  our  tho'ts  from  earth  away ; 
Now  let  our  noblest  passions  rise 
With  ardor  to  their  native  skies. 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine. 
With  rays  of  li^ht  upon  us  shine  ; 
And  let  our  waiting  souls  be  blest 
On  this  sweet  day  of  sacred  rest. 

Then,  Avhen  our  Sabbaths  here  are  o'er, 
And  we  arrive  on  Canaan's  shore. 
With  all  the  ransomed,  we  shall  spend 
A  Sabbath  which  shall  never  end. 


SABBATH   SCHOOL   LYRE 


164:  Flisht  of  Time. 

The  short-lived  day  declines  in  haste, 
The  night  of  death  approaches  fast ; 
With  rapid  speed  the  moments  run, 
In  which  the  work  of  life  is  done. 

As  flies  the  shuttle  o'er  the  loom. 
So  mortals  hasten  to  the  tomb ; 
As  ships  that  skip  along  the  sea, 
Or  eagles  darting  on  their  prey, — 

As  vanishes  the  fleeting  shade  ; 
As  flowers  before  the  evening  fade : 
Such  is  the  life  of  feeble  man ; 
His  days  are  measured  by  a  span. 

With  willing  heart  and  active  hands, 
Lord,  I  would  practice  thy  commands ; 
Improve  the  moments  as  they  fly. 
And  live  as  I  would  wish  to  die. 

IG**)  Tcachcrj'  Hymn. 

Here,  gracious  God,  beneath  thy  feet. 
Friends  to  the  young  and  thee  we  meet. 
Joined  by  the  cord  of  mutual  love. 
Bound  to  our  common  Friend  above. 

Our  hearts  thy  throne  of  grace  address  ; 
Smile  on  our  scliools,  the  children  bless. 
For  Jesus'  sake,  who  once  on  earth 
Appeared  a  child  of  lowly  birth. 

May  wisdom,  zeal,  and  love  inspire 
Our  bosoms  with  their  purest  fire  ; 
While  faith  on  thine  own  word  relies. 
And  hope  looks  joyful  to  the  skies. 

Grant  us  thy  presence,  God  of  grace, 
Now  while  we  meet  before  thy  face, 
That  we  may  feel,  ere  we  depart. 
Thy  love  diffused  through  every  heart. 


1 00  Improvement. 

We've  met  another  Sabbath  day, 

And  heard  of  Jesus  and  of  heaven ; 
We  thank  thee  for  thy  word,  and  pray 

That  this  day's  sins  may  be  forgiven. 
May  all  we  heard  and  understood. 

Be  well  remembered  thro'  the  week ; 
And  help  to  make  us  wise  and  good, 

More  humble,  diligent  and  meek. 
So  when  our  lives  are  finished  here. 

And  days  and  Sabbaths  shall  be  o'er  ; 
May  we,  at  thy  right  hand,  appear, 

To  serve  and  love  thee  evermore. 

1 01^  Evening  Hymn. 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 
Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days, 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 
Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 
And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 
I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep ; 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head ; 
While  well  appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

868  Closrns  Hymn. 

Retiring  from  our  school  once  more, 
Thy  blessing.  Father,  we  implore. 
Still  may  we  keep  the  heavenly  way. 
And  serve  and  please  thee  thro'  the  day 
As  in  thy  temple  we  appear, 
Help  us  to  worship  in  thy  fear ; 
Thy  truth  impart,  thy  love  instil, 
That  we  may  know  and  do  thy  will. 


54 


Music  by  A.R.T. 

Fine. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL   LYRE 
109  New  Year's  Hymn.     7s.     double. 

Slow  and  gliding.  (cadence.) 

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jourse  the  sun  Hast  -  ed  through  the    former  year,  ) 
ce  have  run,    Nev  -  er     more    to  meet  us  here  :  ) 

-#-g-^T|~g 9 9 #-fH #-l -. 


While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun  Hast  -  ed  through  the    former  year,  ) 
Many      souls  their  race  have  run,    Nev  -  er     more    to  meet  us  here  :  ) 


We    a 


long  -  er  wait,     But    how    lit  -  tie  none  can  know. 


O.  C. 


Fixed  in       an 


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As  the  winged  arrow  flies, 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind ; 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream : 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise ; 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

Thanks  for  mercies  past,  receive ; 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 
Teach  us,  henceforth,  how  to  live, 
,     With  eternity  in  view ; 
Bless  thy  word  to  us  while  young, 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love ; 
When  our  life's  short  race  is  run, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 


e    -    tern  -  al  state.  They  have  done    with       all      be-low, — 

jBESEE^|SE*E:« 

170  Flight  of  Time. 

See,  another  week  is  gone  I 

Quickly  have  the  minutes  past, 
This  we  enter  now  upon 

May  to  many  prove  the  last. 
Mercy  hitherto  has  spared, 

But  have  mercies  been  improved  ? 
Let  us  ask,  Am  I  prepared, 

Should  I  be  this  week  removed  ? 
Some  we  now  no  longer  see, 

Who  their  mortal  I'ace  have  run. 
Seemed  as  fair  for  life  as  we 

When  the  former  week  begun. 
While  we  pray  and  while  we  hear, 

Help  us.  Lord,  each  one,  to  think 
Vast  eternity  is  near, 

I  am  standing  on  its  brink. 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 


S5 


171  sin's  Allurements* 

Many  voices  seem  to  say 
"  Hither,  children — here's  the  way, 
Haste  along,  and  nothing  fear, 
Every  pleasant  thing  is  here  !" 
Yes — but  whither  would  ye  lead  ? 
Is  it  happiness  indeed  ? 
Or  a  little  shining  show. 
Leading  down  to  death  and  woe  ? 

AVe  were  made  for  better  things  ; 
High  as  heaven  our  nature  springs  ; 
Like  the  hirk  that  upward  files, 
We  were  made  to  seek  the  skies ; 
We  were  miide  to  work  awhile. 
Cheerful  at  our  Avork  to  smile, — 
Thinking,  as  we  labor  tlius, 
Of  the  heaven  prepared  for  us. 


173  C'osiiis  Ilyinni 

As  the  sun's  enlivening  eye 

Shines  on  every  place  the  same ; 
So  the  Lord  is  always  nigh 

To  the  souls  that  love  his  name. 
For  a  season  called  to  part, 

Let  us  then  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 

Of  our  ever-present  Friend. 

Father,  hear  our  humble  prayer, 

Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep; 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 

All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 
In  thy  strength  may  we  be  strong, 

Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain, — 
Give  us,  if  we  live,  ere  long 

Here  to  meet  in  peace  again. 


I  ^4       Acceptable  OlTeriugs* 

Lord,  what  offerings  shall  we  bring, 

At  thine  altars  when  we  bow  ? 
Hearts  the  pure  unsullied  spring. 

Whence  the  kind  affections  flow ; 
Soft  compassion's  feeling  soul, 

By  the  melting  eye  expressed; 
S_\Tnpathy,  at  whose  control 

Sorrow  leaves  the  wounded  breast 

Willing  hands  to  lead  the  blind, 

Heal  the  wounded,  feed  the  poor ; 
Love,  embracing  all  our  kind ; 

Charity  with  liberal  store  : 
Teach  us,  O  thou  heavenly  ICing, 

Thus  to  show  our  grateful  mind. 
Thus  th'  accepted  offering  bring, — 

Love  to  thee  and  all  mankind. 


174  "Chiljlren  Coisic." 

Hear  ye  not  a  voice  from  heaven. 
To  the  listening  spirit  given  ? 
"  Children,  come !"  it  seems  to  say, 
"  Give  your  hearts  to  me  to-day.'' 
Sweet  as  is  a  mother's  love. 
Tender  as  the  Heavenly  Dove, 
Tlius  it  speaks  a  Saviour's  charms, 
Thus  it  wins  us  to  his  arms. 

Lord,  we  will  remember  thee, 
While  from  pains  and  sorrow  free, 
While  our  day  is  in  its  dew. 
And  the  clouds  of  life  are  few. 
Then,  when  night  and  age  appear, 
Thou  wilt  chase  each  doubt  and  fear, 
Thou  our  glorious  leader  be, 
When  the  stars  shall  fade  and  flee. 


56  SABBATH   SCHOOL   LYRE. 

1iT5  Christian  Courage.     L.  M. 

Bold.  (CERULEAN.)  Music  by  C.  B.  P. 


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I  — r-  jp        grr  I  w' 

Stand  up  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears,  And  gird   the  gos  -  pel      ar  -  mor    on  ; 

iiigiiF^iiigiiiiaj^gi 


:^hB±^±:^z^i:z±:^zfzj^:^z:^^^ 


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March  to  the  gates  of  end-less  joy,  Where  Jesus,   thy    great  Captain's      gone. 

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r^zditzzil 


Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course ; 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes ; 
Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 

And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 
Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate ; 

There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign. 
And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors 

wait. 

There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 
And  triumph  iji  almighty  grace  ; 

While  all  the  annies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 


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f^Q  Song  of  Praise. 

Let  one  loud  song  of  praise  arise 

To  God.  whose  goodness  ceaseless  flows  5 

"Who  dwells  enthroned  above  the  skies, 
And  life  and  breath  on  all  bestows. 

In  ardent  adoration  joined, 

Obedient  to  thy  holy  will. 
Let  all  our  faculties,  combined, 

Thy  just  commands,  O  God,  fulfil. 

O,  may  the  solemn-breathing  sound 
Like  incense  rise  before  thy  throne, 

Where   thou,  whose  glory  knows  no 

bound,  [alone. 

Great  Cause  of  all  things,  dwell'st 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE 
17*7  **  With  humble  heart  and  tongue." 

(WOODVALK.) 


S7 


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S.  M. 

Music  by  A,  T. 


to       thee  .    I       pray : 

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liv   -    ing  way. 


O,      bring  me   now,  while    I      am  young,  To     thee,  the 


Make  an  unguarded  youth 

The  object  of  thy  care ; 
Help  me  to  choose  the  way  of  truth, 

And  fly  from  every  snare. 
My  heart,  to  folly  prone, 

Renew  by  power  divine ; 
Unite  it  to  thyself  alone. 

And  make  me  wholly  thine. 
O,  let  thy  word  of  grace 

My  warmest  thoughts  employ ; 
Be  this,  through  all  my  following  days. 

My  treasure  and  my  joy. 
To  what  thy  laws  impart 

Be  my  whole  soul  incUned ; 
Come,  Saviour,  dwell  within  my  heart, 

And  sanctify  my  mind. 


IT'g  Blessings  Sought* 

Blest  Comforter  divine ! 

Let  rays  of  heavenly  love 
Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 

And  guide  our  souls  above. 
Draw,  with  thy  still,  small  voice, 

Us  from  each  sinful  way ; 
And  bid  each  mourning  heart  rejoice, 

Though  earthly  joys  decay. 
By  thine  inspiring  breath, 

Make  every  cloud  of  care. 
And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 

A  smile  of  glory  wear. 
O,  fill  thou  every  heart 

With  love  to  all  our  race ! 
Great  Comforter !  to  us  impart 

These  blessings  of  thy  grace. 


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179 

Words  by  E.  Bradford. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL    LYRE. 
*'  O  there's  a  brighter  world."     C.  M. 


(SYLVIA.) 


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O  there's  a  brighter  world  than  this     Be 


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yond  the  starry  sky  ?  He 


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blest  the     por-tion  there  of    those  Who  here  in      Je  -  sus    die. 

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loved  the  Saviour  here    on  earth,     And    chose  the 

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spir  -  its  dwell 
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In     those  bright  realms  of 
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day. 


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Green  pastures  stretch  beneath  their 
And  cooling  waters  flow,  [feet, 

And  angels  on  their  white-plumed  wings 
Attend  them  where  they  go. 


O  happy  band  of  ransomed  souls 

Beyond  the  starry  sky ! 
We'll  have  your  Saviour  for  our  friend, 

And  join  you  when  we  die. 


SABBATH   SCHOOL   LYRE. 


180  '^^  Deuin. 

O  God,  we  praise  thee,  and  confess 

That  thou,  the  only  Lord, 
And  everlasting  Father,  art 

By  all  the  earth  adored. 
To  thee  all  angels  cry  aloud  ; 

To  thee  the  powers  on  high, 
Both  cherubim  and  seraphim, 

Continually  do  cry : 

O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Whom  heavenly  hosts  obey, 
The  world  is  with  the  glory  filled 

Of  thy  majestic  sway. 
The  holy  church  throughout  the  world, 

O  Lord,  confesses  thee, 
That  thou  eternal  Father  art 

Of  boundless  majesty. 


181  Gooilness  of  Goil. 

Delightful  is  the  task,  to  sing 

On  each  returning  day, 
The  praises  of  our  heavenly  Iving, 

And  grateful  homage  pay. 
The  countless  worlds,  which,  bathed  in 

Through  fields  of  azure  move,  [light, 
Proclaim  his  wisdom  and  his  might, 

But  O,  how  great  his  love ! 

He  deigns  each  broken,  contrite  heart 

With  tender  care  to  bind ; 
And  comfort,  hope,  and  grace  impart, 

To  heal  the  wounded  mind. 
Delightful  is  the  task,  O  Lord, 

With  each  returning  day 
Thy  countless  mercies  to  record. 

And  grateful  homage  pay. 


]|§<^        Annirersary  Hymn. 

[by  wm.  andem.] 

Within  the  ever-welcome  door 

Of  this  fair  temple's  gate, 
The  aged  and  the  young  once  more, 

O  Lord !  upon  thee  wait ; 
But,  if  we  ask  thy  presence  not, 

Nor  ^vish  thy  spirit  here, 
'Tis  vain  we  seek  this  sacred  spot 

To  make  our  love  appear. 

But  we  would  hope  religion's  ray, 

So  beautiful  and  clear. 
Burns  brightly  on  this  blessed  day, 

And  all  who  worship  here ; 
That  smiles  descend  this  happy  hour 

On  childhood's  blossoms  sweet, 
Like  dew-drops  on  the  opening  flower 

In  morning's  early  heat. 

'Tis  well — but  O,  were  we  to  meet 

Where  joys  like  these  are  not. 
On   Afric's   plain,  —  'neath    Burmah's 

How  difi*'rently  our  lot !  [heat, 

In  Ignorance  that  a  Saviour  came, 

That  he  on  earth  had  trod, 
The  idol  would  our  worship  claim, 

And  not  the  living  God. 

I 
While  basking  in  the  gospel  light. 

Upon  these  shores  so  fair, 
We  would  the  self-same  blessing  might 

Become  the  heathen's  share ; 
That  Truth  might  every  temple  gild, 

Their  worship  like  ours  be. 
And  every  dark,  benighted  child, 

A  convert,  Lord,  to  Thee. 


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183 


SABBATH   SCHOOL  LYRE. 

Praise  to  tbe  Saviour.     7s  &  6s. 

(mendebras.)         Music  by  L.  Maxon^from  the  Psaltery-. 


^_^.  -*-     -a-     -o-o-  -9- 

tee,  O      bless  -  ed       Saviour,      Our    grate-ful   songs  we  raise ; 

llSEEi£EpE?EE!^El:EEEtztEl*:^:?E?^^ 

®:i^zf^:5zz5:?z!?zt?:±:ez:3I:^zif^z??z?z?Jz?±izt± 


O        tune     our    hearts    and  voi-ces     Thy 


ho  -  \y    name     to    praise. 


i-T 1- 


irz-ZTz^zz^zz:^z=^zTzzzzqzi:z-ZTz-z:qz-zz]z:zzTzqzr 
Pzfz±z[zzzUzztiz=t=tz?zzgztzi^zfz^_tSz?z:iz±zgiE 

'Tis         by      thy     sove-reign      mer  -  cy      We're     here      al  -  lowed  to      meet, 

— P-t-»— •-»-*-r^ht-i — F-  F-  F- 


E$EjZfZj3EiZ^:fE^ 


__ j._^ 1_, 


join    with  friends  and      teach-ers 


Thy        bless-ing        to      en  -  treat 


ZEEEiEiEi=iE!ESZEElEEEE*E^-Z*E^EE6 


O,  may  thy  precious  gospel 

Be  published  all  abroad, 
Till  the  benighted  heathen 

Shall  know  and  serve  the  Lord,- 


Till  o'er  the  wide  creation 
The  rays  of  truth  shall  shine, 

And  nations  now  in  darkness 
Arise  to  light  divine. 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 


61 


1841        Anniversary  Hymn* 

[by  MRS.  A.  M.  C.  E.] 

Come  let  us  raise  our  voices 

In  hymns  of  praises  sweet, 
While  every  heart  rejoices 

This  festive  day  to  greet ; 
We  praise  Thee,  O  our  Father ! 

Who  art  enthroned  above, 
Thy  mercy  brings  us  hither, 

A  token  of  thy  love. 

Bless  those  with  words  beseeching 

Who  call  us  oft  to  thee, 
O  may  their  heavenly  teaching 

To  our  salvation  be  : 
Grant  them  a  work  so  holy, 

In  wisdom  to  fulfil. 
And  give  us  spirits  lowly, 

Inclined  to  do  thy  will. 

They  show  that  fountain  flowing, 

^^'^hich  Christ,  our  Saviour  gave, 
The  life,  his  death  bestowing, 

Is  proffered  in  the  wave  ; 
O  may  ive  from  that  river 

Drink,  and  from  guilt  be  free. 
And  choose  in  youth  forever 

The  path  that  leads  to  thee. 

There  when  our  course  is  ended, 

And  death  to  us  shall  come, 
AVTiere  Jesus  hath  ascended 

Will  be  our  joyful  home ; — 
There  shall  we  sing  his  praises 

In  sv/eeter  strains  than  this, 
That  every  angel  raises 

In  brightest  worlds  of  bliss. 


1  85  ^niiona*  Annircrsavr  Hymn* 

[by  J.  R.  SCOTT.] 

Loud  raise  the  peal  of  gladness, 

'Tis  Freedom's  natal  day  ! 
Our  land,  that  once  in  sadness 

Groaned  'neath  a  tyrant's  sway, 
In  Liberty  rejoices. 

Awed  by  no  monarch's  rod  ; 
Lift  high  our  joyous  voices ! 

Ay,  lift  them  up  to  God. 

'Twas  He  whose  wisdom  guided 

The  councils  of  our  sires. 
He  o'er  our  arms  presided. 

And  He  the  praise  requires. 
We  give  to  thee  the  glory, 

Father,  for  all  possessed, 
That  gilds  our  country's  story. 

That  makes  our  country  blest. 

How  rich  the  thought  in  pleasure ! 

No  despot  can  control ; 
But  richer  far  that  treasure, — 

The  freedom  of  the  soul ! 
The  yoke  of  satan  broken, 

Whom  God's  own  Son  hath  freed,- 
His  blood  the  praise  and  token, — 

They,  they  are  free  indeed ! 

I  §0  Doxolosy* 

To  Thee  be  praise  forever, 

Thou  glorious  King  of  kings, 
Thy  wondrous  love  and  favor 

Each  ransomed  spirit  sings. 
We'll  celebrate  thy  glory 

With  all  thy  saints  above. 
And  shout  the  joyful  story 

Of  thy  redeeming  love. 


187 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 

*< Raise  on  high  the  loud  hosanna.** 


Words  by  A.  M.  C.  Edmond. 


(anniversary  hymn.) 


Music  by  A.  T. 


1.  Raise  on  high  the  loud    ho-san-na,       Let  the  hymn  of  praise  be  sung, 


e; 


0r-* 


E=E;gb?=t±?=*fE=E=±f=!dE 


2.  Heavenly  Father !    we     a-dore  thee     For  thy  wondrous  love  and  grace } 

:?=?:±^r=tHi:=i;±:rz?z!zi.f=t:±:|r:tzt±t-ii?z!=E 

Un-to      Him  who    heaven-ly      manna 


On  our      path  hath     rich-ly  flung  ; 
-^-(2 


li§=si|^=lir:ii£igEEPjfEii 


Ear-ly     taught  to.     come    be  -  fore  thee,      Now  we     seek    thy    smiling  face : 


:5 


:rt=g=|:t:ztzi-==^=tzi=S:^=S:I:5=tzEE 


Who  hath      led      us  Pas  -  tures      green  and        fair       a  -  mong. 

j      I     i  -T-»— »->-- F— g — »-T-i — |-t-F— F-T-^-i- 


Be     thou     with     us 


Here 


Won  by  sweetest  invitation, 
Children  once  to  Jesus  came ; 

We,  to  taste  of  thy  salvation, 
Now  approach  in  his  dear  name. 

O  receive  us, 
Take  awav  our  sin  and  shame. 


Zi  -  on's        sa  -  cred  place. 

AVe  would  lay  our  offerings  lowly 
On  religion's  sacred  shrine, 

Praying  thee  to  make  iis  holy, 
Sanctify  by  grace  divine ; 

Our  affection 
Purify,  and  make  it  thine. 


SABBATH   SCHOOL  LYRE. 


63 


Father,  wilt  thou  ever  guide  us 

Through  Hfe's  dark,  uncertain  way ; 

From  the  world's  temptations  hide  us, — 
And  when  doubts  and  fears  dismay, 

Trials  grieve  us. 
Be  thine  arm  our  joyful  stay. 


AYhen  life's  scenes  are  passed  forever, 
And  earth's  fairest  hopes  have  flown, 

May  we  rise  where  death  comes  never, 
Where  no  sin  or  pain  are  known ; 

And  thy  praises 
Sing  in  purer,  sweeter  tone. 


188 


Prayer  and  Praise.     L.  M. 

(OLD   HUNDHED.) 


Words  by  J.  H.  H. 


iC> 


-0-  -tf"-  I         -if- 

1.  In    life's  gay  morn  let  children  1 


1.  In    life's  gay  morn  let  children  learn    To  love  the  sacred  place  of  prayer ; 

17^  r> 


2.    Let  buoy-ant  hearts  harmonious  blend    As  youthfullips  are  tuned  to    sing, 


:iT:4 


S=^ 


iiii?iii3iii^ 


From    sin-ful  ways  de  -  light  to   turn,    And     ear  -  ly   pay  their  tribute  there. 


iSsili^lSiiliiiS 


And      lof  -  ty  strains  of  praise  as  -  cend  To  heaven's  ex-alt  -  ed,  glo-rious  King. 


64 


189 


SABBATH    SCHOOL   LYRE. 

**  Glad  hearts  to  thee  we  bring."     6s  &  48. 

(annivbrsary  hymn.) 


iV  _^_  _^_  9      _^_'    9  \  9  _0_  _^_     _g,_' 

1.  Glad  hearts  to  thee  we  bring,  With  joy  thy  name  we  sing,     Fa-ther    a  -  bove, 

9.rjgn^--^zq:i:=|z=];i1-rj----=j:i=|-q^4|-H--^-:j:]::5^f 


2.  Thou  who  in      Heaven  art,     To    us    that  grace  im-part     Our  Saviour  knew. 


Cre  -  a  -  tion       prais   -    es       thee,      Thy        boun  -  ty's        full        and   free ; 


May    we      his      truth       re  -    ceive,      And 


like       him        to      live, 


In  all  a    -    -  round  we      see        ^'o    -     -    kens      of  love. 


SE*^z*] 


EE 


^tiEEEE^?EfEEEtE 


To 


thee 


hearts    to    give, 


Thou 


on   -  ly 


Giver  of  all  our  powers, 
Now,  in  life's  morning  hours, 

May  they  be  thine. 
Thine  may  they  ever  be, 
Pure,  and  from  error  free, 
An  offering  worthy  thee. 

Parent  Divine. 


Unite  our  souls  in  love ; 
Smile  on  us  from  above, 

Till  life  be  o'er ; 
Then  gather  us  to  thee, 
Thy  kingdom,  Lord,  to  see, 
In  thine  own  fold  to  be 

Forevermore. 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 


65 


190  Annirersary  Hymn* 

[original.] 
Thy  praises,  gracious  Lord, 
We  now,  Avith  sweet  accord, 

Unite  to  sing ; 
And  as  our  voices  rise 
In  gladness  to  the  skies, 
Accept  the  sacrifice, 

Almighty  Iving. 
Bright  Sun  of  Righteousness ! 
With  beams  of  mercy  bless 

This  youthful  flock  ; 
In  all  thy  glory  shine, — 
And  may  the  rays  divine 
Their  erring  steps  incline 

To  Christ  their  Rock. 
Their  teachers'  labors  own  ; 
And  may  the  seed  here  sown 

Firmly  take  root ; 
In  every  heart  find  place, 
And,  watered  by  thy  grace. 
Afford  a  rich  increase 

Of  Pleavenly  fruit. 
O'er  all  our  hearts  preside ; 
Be  thou  our  God  and  guide 

Through  life's  short  day ; 
And  when  earth's  visions  bright 
Have  faded  from  our  sight. 
To  realms  of  glorious  light 

Bear  us  away. 

191  Doxolosy. 

To  God— the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit — three  in  one — 

All  praise  be  given : 
Crown  him  in  every  song ; 
To  him  your  hearts  belong : 
Let  all  his  praise  prolong, 

On  earth — in  heaven. 
[5] 


II^O  ^Xatioital  Anniversary  Hymn* 

[by  s.  f.  smith — from  the  Psalmist.] 
Auspicious  morning,  hail  I 
Voices  from  hill  and  vale 

Thy  welcome  sing : 
Joy  on  thy  dawning  breaks; 
Each  heart  that  joy  partakes, 
While  cheerful  music  wakes,, 

Its  praise  to  bring- 
When  on  the  tyrant's  rod 
Our  patriot  fathers  trod,. 

And  dared  be  firee-,. 
*Twas  not  in  burniag  zeal, 
Finn  nerves  and  hearts  of  steel, 
Our  country's  joy  to  seal, 

But,  Lord,  in  thee. 

Thou,  as  a  shield  of  power, 
In  battle's  awful  hour. 

Didst  round  us  stand ; 
Our  hopes  were  in  thy  throne ; 
Strong  in  thy  might  alone, 
By  thee  our  banners  shone, 

G^d  of  our  land. 

Long  o'er  our  native  hills. 
Long  by  our  shaded  rills, 

IVIay  freedom  rest ; 
Long  may  our  shores  have  peace. 
Our  flag  grace  every  breeze, 
Our  ships  the  distant  seas, 

From  east  to  west. 

Peace  on  this  day  abide, 
From  morn  till  even-tide ; 

Wake  tuneful  song ; 
Melodious  accents  raise ; 
Let  every  heart  with  praise, 
Bring  high  and  grateful  lays, 

Rich,  full  and  strong. 


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SABBATH    SCHOOL  LYRE. 


193 

fVords  by  JF.  Andem 


'•  When  Jesus  walked  the  earth," 

(ANNivEHSAP.y  HYMN.)  Mus'c  by  II.  Parkhurst. 


on      the  face      Of       in-  no-ceiice   and       youth. 

E3E3^HEi:£pE2EtE3^i:^I 


His      fondest  gaze    fell 


:^z=p: 


'. I'V^ 1 ^V  r-H (-1 


The        lit-tle     ones     a    -    mong  the  throng,  That      often    round  him      press'd, 

SupSEpEpE^SES:^:t2=ft5tE^Ei:^T 

^-^— i — I i — 9~^ —^-S~m — •-■-»»-'-«— *-^^ — ^-J— 1--1-* — 


With      all     a        pa  -  rent's     love  he  took,  And  smil'd  up  -  on,     and      bless'd. 

=::^i:M-*=Mz=zMz±-J;zz^-E±-^±zz:f.z=x:zz^z±^Tgzlb 


SABBATH   SCHOOL   LYRE. 


67 


Ye  by-gone  days  of  olden  time, 

Your  scenes  have  passed  away ; 
AVe  see  no  Saviour,  as  ye  saw, — 

And  yet  he's  here  to-day. 
We  see  his  spirit  lead  the  young 

Thi'ough  mazes  dark  and  wild, 
Behold  it  in  the  boundless  love 

That  clusters  round  the  child. 


'Tis  this  which  prompts  the  Teacher  on, 

His  blessed  work  to  do,    . 
Insures  him  here  bright  jewels  won, 

And  future  glory  too. 
O,  then  how  meet  that  children  greet 

This  day,  their  joy  to  show. 
That  they've  a  heavenly  Friend  above, 

True-hearted  ones  below ! 


194 


"Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord." 

(chant.)  From  the  Modern  Harp. 


zz2?~Tz^=iz±zzS=t=zS=iziz=^ziz^zz:i:±z2:-E!: 


-©- 


^=g^ 


'=f- 


■-$-. 


1.  Holy,  holy,  holy,  |  Lord...God  Al-  |  mighty, 
Which  was,  and  |  is,  and  |  is  to  |  come. 

2.  Thou  art  worthy,  O  Lord,  to  receive  glory,  and  |  honor...and  |  power : 
For  thou  hast  created  all  things,  and  for  thy  pleasure  they  |    are  and  | 

were  ere-  |  ated. 

3.  Worthy  is  the  |  Lamb...that  was  |  slain 

To  receive  power,  and  riches,  and  wisdom.,  and  strength,  and  |  honor, 
and  I  gloi'y,...and  |  blessing. 

4.  Blessing,  and  honor,  and  |  glory...and  [  power, 

Be  unto  him  that  sitteth  upon  the  throne,  and  unto  the  |  Lamb  for-  | 
ever...and  I  ever. 


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SABBATH   SCHOOL  LYRE. 


195 

Con  Precistone. 


Welcome  this  season  of  joy." 

(anniversaby  hvmn.)  Music  by  J.  P.  Ordway. 


1~ 


1.  Yes,      wel-come,  all       wel  -  come  this      sea  -  son    of        joy,       That 
_^ 1 1 1 1 -J— ^ . 

z=:^:bzA:Jz±zizzz^3=i^==*zz:±ztzzzt:iz:±L£dixit: 


Cre9»    --------        Piano  e  Legato*    IN    !  ^ 


-H 1 H-J-H ^S»— '-^ 

dawns  on  us    bnght-ly  to  -  day  5 


Let  each  heart  be  attuned  to  de  -  vo  -  tion  and 


eart  De  attuned  to  ne 


praise.  While     here    in  this         tern  -  pie      we     stay.     Let  each  heart  be    at 

i-iiife::  =* p_:  -•=^=I=«id=^r:iEt=tzt- 


|z5i^a== 


-K--j— 1-^ — 4-  ---f-al — ^ — ^-+--^ — i — i-+*i-4-'- 


'd  to  de  -  vo  -  tion     and  praise,    While  here   in 


this      temple  we     stay. 


I  -*-  -V  -0-   -•-•-#- 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 

*Tis  meet  that  we  bring,  on  this  festival  time, 

An  offering  to  Jesus  our  King, 
In  the  great  congregation  his  goodness  declare, 

And  aloud  his  compassion  to  sing. 

We  know  that  our  Father,  who  reigneth  on  high, 

Will  smile  on  us  graciously  now. 
And  the  warm  tear  of  gratitude  kindly  regard, 

While  low  at  his  footstool  we  bow. 

Still  may  the  rich  blessings  that  always  have  been 

So  freely  bestowed  on  us  herc. 
Continue  to  bless  us,  as  on  we  pursue 

Our  journey  another  new  year. 


100  **  Great  and  marvellous  are  thy  works." 

(CHANT.) 


=2=I:i-^I-iztizi=Sz=|-±=a^=i::t::2::F-:I==E!: 

O-        -G-    -O-  ^         -O-    -O-        -Q-      -%-    -O- 


-o-      -O-       ~G- 


lllCIl* 


1.  Great  and  marvellous  are  thy  works,  ]  Lord...God  Al-  |  mighty  ! 
Just  and  true  are  thy  [  ways,  thou  |  iting  of  |  saints. 

2.  Let  children  fear  thee,  O  Lord,  and  |  glorify...thy  |  name ! 
For  j  thou —  I  only...art  |  holy. 

3.  Salvation,  and  glory,  and  honor,  and  power,  unto  the  |  Lord  our  j  God ; 
For  I  true  and  |  righteous...are  his    |    judgments. 

4.  Praise  ye  our  God,  all  yc  his  servants,  and  ye  that  fear  him,  both    |    small 

and    I    great: 
A-  I  men...H:ille-  |  lujah...A-  j  men. 


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SABBATH   SCHOOL  LYRE. 

107  **  When  He  whose  name  is  love." 

Words  by  Charles  Thurber,  Esq.       (anniversary  hymn.)  Music  by  H.  Munroe. 

i::#:5ZZTqzn=zlzz)i:^:f:il:i-=^=^=|f^:fz:Tnzi]=i]==]T:^ 

^— ^— 1  -H — '-« -®-r-'^-|~^ -j-^-f -I — ^4~©  |~i-+-^--]-tf-«-  --o-\ 


When  He  whose  name  is  love,  Came  sweetly  down  to  tell  There  is  a  home  a-bove, 


giissi^iSiSiili 


Thanks  to  the  grace  that  made 

The  Sabbath  school's  retreat, 

With  all  its  seats  arrayed 

Close  down  at  Jesus'  feet, 

Each  little  guest        I  The  feast  to  share ; 

Sits  smiling  there,      |  And  he  is  blessed. 

Come  down,  Celestial  Dove, 

From  heaven's  unspotted  height, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with, love, 
And  fill  our  minds  with  light, 
To  guide  and  rule  I  And  highest  skilJ, 

With  heartiest  will,       |  The  Sabbath  school 


Here  may  that  living  tide. 

From  God's  bright  throne  that  runs. 
Send  some  pure  rill  to  glide 
Among  these  little  ones, 
And  age  and  youth  I  O !  may  they  drink 
Upon  its  brink —      |  Sweet  draughts  of  truth. 

Lord,  send  some  quickening  ray, 
That  life  and  warmth  imparts, 
That  we  may  bear  away, 
To  light  up  other  hearts, 
That  zeal  may  rule,    I  Till  all  shall  love 
And  duty  move,  |  The  Sabbath  school. 


SABBATH    SCHOOL   LYRE.  71 

108  ^^  Our  own  dear  native  land." 

Words  by  E.  Bradford.  (national  anniversary  hymn.)  Music  by  J.  M.  H. 


Our  own  dear  native  land,  To-day,  to-day,  Our  own  dear  native  land,  Inspires  our  lay  ; 


— «-l-X — t— [-S- 


ra:t^I 


a: 


all  rise  To  the  God  above  the  skies,  While  we  the  bless 


#-       -  -a- 

Our  songs  of  praise  shall  rise  To  the  God  above  the  skies,  While  we  the  blessing  priae  Of  Freedom's 

[sway. 


IT — I — ^T"^T 

;dom'a 
[sway. 


Sprung  from  the  noble  free 

Of  days  of  yore, 
Free  may  her  children  be 

Forever  more ! 
May  equal  rights  prevail, 
And  no  more,  from  hill  or  dale, 
Be  heard  the  slave's  sad  wail 

On  Freedom's  shore. 

Long  may  Religion's  light. 

From  altars  pure, 

Dispel  the  sceptic's  night, 

And  man  allure : 

Long  may  the  Sabbath  bell 

Of  the  gath'ring  millions  tell. 

Who  love  the  Sabbath  well. 

And  keep  it  pure. 


Long  may  fair  Science  wave 

Her  potent  wand 
O'er  classic  dome  and  nave 

Throughout  our  land 
From  matter,  point  the  eye 
To  its  Source  beyond  the  sky, 
The  God  who  cannot  die — 

Its  Author  grand. 

And  may  our  banner  float 

O'er  land  and  sea, 
Till  nations  far  remote 

Are  blessed  as  we  ; 
Our  Eagle  front  the  sun, 
Till  the  mission  grand  be  done, 
And  man  the  goal  have  won, 

"  And  earth  be  free ! 


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SABBATH   SCHOOL   LYRE. 


199 


On  the  Death  of  a  Teacher.     L.  M. 

("  ARE  WE  ALMOST  THERE.")       By  permission  of  the  Publisher, 

O.    DiTSON. 


n  vain  we  wait  his  presence  now,    He   comes  not  to  his      wont  -  ed  seat 


No   more  with  us    in  prayer  he'll  bow,      Or   join 


J: -8- J: 

our  tuneful  numbers  sweet 


t;i 


;±EEfe*3 


1^ 


Xo  more  liis  youthful  charge  he'll  lead 

Along  the  straight  and  narrow  way ; 
Urge  them  true  AVisdom's  voice  to  heed, 
And  seek  their  God  while  yet  they  may. 
For  him  in  vain  his  class  will  seek, — 

His  empty  seat  but  mocks  their  gaze  ; 
He  will  not  come  from  his  long  sleep 

Till  the  last  trump  his  dust  shall  raise. 
But  tliough  fi'om  us  our  friend  has  gone, 

We  ti-ust,  in  purer  regions  bright, 
His  spirit  welcometh  the  dawn 

Of  the  eternal  Sabbath's  light. 
Thus,  one  by  one,  we  all  shall  go, 

And  leave  our  places  vacant  here ; 
But  in  the  better  land,  we  know 

They  never  shed  the  parting  tear. 


SOO         Death  of  a  ScSioIar. 

A  mourning  class,  a  vacant  seat, 
Tell  us  that  one  we  loved  to  meet, 
Will  join  oui'  youthful  throng  no  more 
Till  all  these  changing  scenes  are  o'er. 
No  more  that  voice  we  loved  to  hear 
Shall  fill  her  teacher's  listening  ear ; 
No  more  its  tones  shall  join  toswell 
The  songs  that  of  a  Saviour  tell. 
That  welcome  face,  that  sparkling  eye 
And  sprightly  form,  must  buried  he 
Deep  in  the  cold  and  silent  gloom, 
The  rayless  night,  that  fills  the  tomb. 
God  tells  us,  by  this  mournful  death, 
How  vain  and  fleeting  is  our  breath, 
And  bids  our  souls  prepare  to  meet 
The  trial  of  his  judgment-seat. 


SABBATH   SCHOOL  LYRE. 
Ml  On  the  Death  of  a  Child. 

Words  by  E.  Bradford.  (to  be  sung  at  a  funeral.)  Music  by  J.  M.  H. 


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1.  O  mother,*  hush  thy  bitter  cry,  Let  hope  thy  grief  allay, It  is  the  Father's  voice  on  high. 
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2.  O  bow  thee  to  that  Father's  will,  No  more  griefs  vigils  keep.  Let  not  the  dim  eye  haunt 

[thee  still, 


That  calls  thy  child  awayj  Calls  it  from  sin  and  trials  here  To  bloom  in  that  celestial  sphere. 


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Nor  the  pale, faded  cheek;  Look  from  the  dark  and  cheerless  tomb  To  heav'n  and  its  unfliding 

[bloom. 


Thy  child  is  with  the  Saviour  now, 
And  always  sees  his  face  ; 

Blest  portion !  at  his  feet  to  bow 
With  heaven's  immortal  race. 

'Tis  well  to  pass  from  earth  away 

Ere  sin  hath  bound  in  its  dark  sway. 


Faith  paints  them  on  celestial  wings, — 
The  infant  bands  on  high ; 

And  tho'  from  earth  they  fade,  she  sings 
In  heaven  no  more  they  die. 

O  mother,  check  the  flowing  tear 

And  view  thy  darling  infant  there. 


*  Or,  when  appropriate  to  the  occasion,  "  O  parents,  hush  your  bitter  cry  j"  with  cor- 
responding changes  in  other  pirts  of  the  hymn. 


74 


303 


SABBATH  SCHOOL  LYRE. 
Infant  School  Hymns.    7s. 


Fee-ble,  helpless,  how  shall  I  Learn   to  live     and    karn  to     die  ? 

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"Who,  O    God,  my  guide  shall  be,     Who  shall  lead  a       child    to     thee  ? 

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Blessed  Father,  gracious  One  ! 
Thou  hast  sent  thy  holy  Son  ; 
He  will  give  the  light  I  need^ 
He  my  trembling  steps  will  lead. 

Through  this  world,  uncertain,  di 
Let  me  ever  lean  on  him ; 
From  his  precepts  wisdom  draw. 
Make  his  life  mv  solemn  law. 


30S  Praise. 

Glory  in  the  highest  be 

To  the  blessed  Trinity, 

For  the  gospel  from  above. 

For  the  word  that  "  God  is  love.' 


904      Prayer  for  a  Blessing. 

Suppliant,  lo  !  thy  children  bend, 
Father,  for  thy  blessing  now ; 

Thou  canst  teach  us,  guide,  defend : 
We  are  weak,  almighty  thou. 

With  the  peace  thy  word  imparts 
Be  the  taught  and  teachers  blest ; 

In  our  lives,  and  in  our  hearts, 
Father,  be  thy  laws  impressed. 

Shed  abroad  in  every  mind 
Light  and  pardon  from  above, 

Charity  for  all  our  kind. 

Trusting  faith,  and  holv  love. 


SABBATH   SCHOOL  LYRE. 


75 


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The  Saviour  calls. 

(HYMN    CHANT.) 


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wanderers,  |  come : 
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1.  To-day  the  Saviour  calls:  Ye 
O  ye  benighted  souls  |  Why- 

2.  To-day  the  Saviour  calls :  O,  |  hear  him  |  now  ; 
Within  these  sacred  j  wails  To  |  Jesus  j  bow. 

3.  To-day  the  Saviour  calls ;  For  {  refuge  |  lly ; 

The  storm  of  justice  falls,  And  |  death,  and  \  death  is  [  nigh. 

4.  The  spirit  Cidls  to-day :  i  Yield...to  his  ;  power : 
way ;  'Tis  j  mercy's  |  hour. 


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Thy  will  be  done.' 

(chant.) 


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"  Thy  will  be    done/ 


"Thy  will  be     done." 


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[Close  with  the  first  "  Thy  will  be  done."] 

Thy  will  be  done !  I  In  devious  ways  the  hurrying  stream  of  |  life  may  |  run  ; 

Yet  still  our  grateful  hearts  shall  say,  |  "  Thy  will  be  done." 
Thy  will  be  done !  |  If  o'er  us  shine  a  gladd'ning  and  a  [  prosp'rous  |  sun 

This  prayer  will  make  it  more  divine —  |  "  Thy  will  be  done." 
Thy  will  be  done  !  |  Though  shrouded  o'er  our    (    path  with    j    gloom. 

One  comfort, — one  is  ours, — to  breathe,  while  we  adore, 

I  «  Thy  will  be  done." 


76  SABBATH    SCHOOL   LYRE. 

S07  '*  Sweet  is  the  scene  urhen  Christians  die." 

Music  by  H.  Parkhurst. 


Jt  Treble. 

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ik  2cl  Treble. 


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How  mildly  beams  the   clos-ing  eye!     How   gen-tly      heaves  th'ex-pir-ing  breast  I 

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2.  So  fades  a        sum  -  mer  cloud  a  -  way*3     So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o  ci , 

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So    gen-tly  shuts  the    eye     of     day ;      So     dies   a     wave      a  -  long  the  shore. 


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F  Cres.  FP  Adaeio. 

O  grave  !  O  grave  !  where  is  thy  victory  now,  And  where,  O  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 


78  SABBATH    SCHOOL   LYKE. 

S08  **  From  the  recesses  of  a  lowly  spirit.'* 

(CHANT.) 


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From  the  recesses  of  a  lowly  spirit, — 
Our  humble  prayer  ascends,  — O  |  Fa..ther,  |  hear  it ; — 
Borne  on  tlie  trembling  wings  of  |  fear...and  |  meekness ; — 
For-  I  give...its  |   weakness. 

We  know — we  feel  hoAv  mean,  and  how  unworthy 
The  lowly  sacrifice  we  |  pour...be-  |  fore  thee  ; — 
What  can  we  offer  thee, — O  |  thou...most  |  holy ! — 
But  I  sin...and  |  folly. 

We  see  thy  hand  — it  leads  us — it  supports  us : — 

We  hear  thy  voice — it  |  counsels...and  it  |  courts  us ; — 

And  then  we  turn  away  ! — yet  |  still...thy  |  kindness 

For-  I  gives...our  |  blindness. 

Who  can  resist  thy  gentle  call, — appealing 

To  every  generous  thought,  and  |  grate...ful  [  feeling? — 

O,  who  can  hear  the  ac<ients  |  of  ..thy  |  mercy, — 

And  I  nev...er  |  love  thee  ? 

Kind  Benefactor !  plant  within  this  bosom 
The  I  seeds...of  |  holiness,  —  |  and  let  them  blossom 
In  fragrance,— and  in  beauty  |  bright...and  |  vernal, — 
And  ;  spring...e-  |  ternal. 

Then  place  them  in  those  everlasting  gardens, 
Where  angels  walk, — and  |  seraphs...are  the  |  wardens ; — 
Where  every  flower,— brought  safe  through  |  death's.. .dark  |  portal, 
Be-  1  eomes...im-  I  mortal. 


INDEX   OF   FIUST    LINES 


No 
A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  138 
All-powerful,  self-existent  75 
Almighty  Ruler  of  the  74 

A  mourning  class,  a  vacant  200 
Another  six  days  work  is  9: 
Assembled  in  our  school  85 
As  the  sun's  enlivening  112 
Auspicious  morning,  hail  192 
Awake  and  sing  the  song  10 
Awake  my  tongue,  thy  73 
Behold  the  throne  of  grace  117 
Be  with  me,  Lord,  where'er  94 
Blest  Comforter  divine  178 
By  Jesus'  pure  example  7 

Children  hear,  for  God  hath  47 
Children  of  the  heavenly  143 
Children,  to  your  Creator  42 
Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  163 
Come,  let  our  voices  join  130 
Come,  let  us  join  the  hosts  139 
Come,  let  us  lift  our  voices  31 
Come,  let  us  raise  our  184 
Come  to  the  place  of  praise  80 
Control  my  every  thought  119 
Dear  Father,  ere  we  part  133 
Dear  Saviour,  hear  our  116 
Delightful  is  the  task  to  181 
Endue  us  with  a  holy  fear  24 
Farewell,  dear  friend,  a  43 
Father.  I  love  to  read  of  18 
Father,  let  thy  benediction  49 
Father,  we  come  with  fi.ial  4 
Feeble,  helpless,  how  202 
Friends  and  kindred  145 

From  year  to  year  in  love  89 
Gently  Lord,  O  gently  lead  46 
Give  thanks  to  God  most  132 
Glad  hearts  to  thee  we  189 
Glory  in  the  highest  be      203 


No 
Glory  to  our  heav'nly  King  144 
God  is  love,  his  mercy  59 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  114 
God  of  mercy,  hear  our  26 
God,  thou  art  good,  each  91 
Gracious  God,  to  thee  I  161 
Great  God,  and  wilt  thou  110 
Great  God,  our  Father  and  2 
Great  (iod,  we  would  to       22 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed  33 
Happy  the  children  of  the  104 
Hear  ye  not  a  voice  from  174 
Here,  gracious  God  165 

Here  we  meet  with  joy  58 
High  in  the  heavens,  71 

Holy  Lord,  now  lend  thine  24 
Holy  Lord,  our  hearts  149 
Holy  Saviour,  thou  hast  56 
How  blest  the  righteous  111 
How  cold  and  feeble  is  our  67 
How  happy  is  the  child  39 
How  pleasant  is  the  dawn  79 
How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  107 
How  sweetly  flowed  the  113 
How  sweet  the  children's  12 
How  sweet  to  be  allowed  66 
How  sweet  to  bless  the        78 

If  so  weak  a  youth  as  I  154 
I  hear  thy  invitation  36 

I  love  to  have  the  Sabbath  90 
In  life's  gay  morn  let  188 

In  vain  we  wait  his  199 

Jesus,  assembled  in  thy  136 
Jesus  bids  me  seek  his  face  151 
Jesus,  my  head  must  soon  98 
Jesus,  see  a  little  child  158 
Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  72 
Jesus,  unite  our  hearts  to  141 
Just  like  an  early  rose         123 


No. 

Let  children  that  would  68 
Let  God,  the  Father,  and  23 
Let  one  loud  song  of  praise  176 
Let  songs  of  endless  praise  13 
Let  the  Sabbath  day  be  157 
Let  us  adore  the  grace  140 
Light  of  those  whose  48 

Lord,  before  thy  presence  160 
Lord  before  thy  throne  25 
Lord,  be  thy  service  all  my  7 
Lord  direct  me  by  thy  50 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  61 
Lord,  fix  our  wandering  125 
Lord,  how  delightful  'tis  to  86 
Lord,  1  would  come  to  thee  83 
Lord  Jesus,  teach  a  child  69 
Lord,  let  thy  kingdom  124 
Lord,  should  we  leave  thy  64 
Lord,  we  have  wandered  93 
Lord,  what  offerings  shall  173 
Loud  raise  the  peal  of  185 
Many  voices  seem  to  say  171 
Mercy  I  ask  to  seal  my  100 
Morning  breaks  upon  the  146 
Mourn  ye  not,  whose  29 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue  118 
My  Maker  and  my  King  82 
My  rest  is  in  heaven,  my  105 
Now  from  labor  and  from  152 
Now  let  our  grateful  voices  17 
O  could  1  find  from  day  to  102 
O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  19 
O  for  that  tenderness  of  41 
O  God.  we  praise  thee  180 
O  Lord,  another  week  has  38 
O  Lord,  behold  before  thy  3 
O  Lord,  my  Saviour  and  95 
O  Lord,  while  angels  praise  35 
O  mother,  hush  thy  bitter  201 
Once  more,  before  we  part  84 


80 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


No. 
O  receive  the  praise  that  30 
O  there's  a  brighter  world  179 
O  thou,  before  whose  96 

O  thou  whom  high  87 

O  thou,  whose  tender  65 

Our  Father  in  Heaven,  we  108 
Our  own  dear  native  land  198 
O  what  is  earthly  treasure  55 
O  when  the  hours  of  life  109 
O  when  we  give  the  parting  21 
O  why  should  gay  and  99 

Raise  on  high  the  loud  187 
Remember  thy  Creator  51 
Return,  my  roving  heart  88 
Rich  is  the  sacred  song  75 
Rise,  gracious  God,  and  11 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me  153 
Saviour,  didst  thou  die  for  159 
Saviour,  who  thy  flock  art  57 
See,  another  week  is  gone  170 
See  Israel's  Shepherd  120 
Shepherds  keeping  watch  142 
Sing  we  to  our  God  above  148 
Soft  and  holy  is  the  place  27 
Songs  of  praise  the  angels  147 
Son  of  God,  thy  blessing  156 
Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  175 
Suppliant,  lo  !  thy  children  204 


No. 

Sweet  day,  so  cool,  so  63 
Sweet  is  the  scene  when  207 
Sweet  spices  they  brought  106 

Teacher  Divine,  we  bow  40 
Teach  me,  my  God  and  128 
The  freshly  blooming  81 

The  leaves  around  nie  54 

The  lilies  of  the  field  123 

The  pity  of  the  Lord  127 

The  offerings  to  thy  throne  103 
There  is  a  land  above  122 

There  is  an  hour  of  101 

The  seraphs  bright  are  32 

The  Saviour  calls,  let  137 

The  short-lived  day  164 

Thou  great  Instructer,  lest  6 
Thou  Source  of  every  121 
Thus  far  we're  spared  115 
Thy  praises,  gracious  190 

'Tis  sweet  to  rest  in  lively  20 
To  Father,  Son  and  Holy  45 
To  God,  the  Father,  Son  191 
'I'o  God,  the  only  wise  16 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  15 
To  thee  be  praise  forever  186 
To  thee,  my  God  and  37 

To  thee,  O  blessed  183 

To  thee  our  wants  are         134 


No, 

We  are  but  young,  yet  we  5 
We  bless  thee  for  this  112 
We  bring  no  glittering  32 

We  come  our  Sabbath  44 

We  come  with  joyful  song  9 
Welcome,  dehghlful  morn  131 
We  leave  our  tasks,  we  97 
What  are  those  soui  70 

What  equal  honors  shall  We  76 
When  before  thy  throne  155 
When  he  whose  name  is  197 
When  Jesus  walked  the  193 
When  shall  the  voice  of  33 
When  sickness,  pain  and  126 
When  the  morning  bells  60 
While  with  ceaseless  169 

With  grateful  hearts  before  162 
With  the  morning's  early  150 
Within  these  walls  be  129 

With  thy  counsel  thou  62 

Who,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  28 
Who  would  not  love  the  53 
With  humble  heart  and  177 
Within  the  ever-welcome  182 

Ye  angels  bless  the  Lord  14 
Ye  hearts  with  youthful  135 
Yes,welcome,all  welcome  195 


SPECIAL   INDEX 


Anniversary  Hymns      89,  133,  145,  184,  189, 

190,  193,  195,  197 

Anniversary  Hymns   (National)  185,  192,  198 

Chants  1,  194,  196,  205,  206,  2t)8 


Closing  Hymns 

Death  of  a  Child 
"      "  "  Scholar 
"      "  "  Teacher 

Dismission 

Doxologies 


8,49,  168,172,  188 

29,  126,  201 

44,200 

43,  111,  199,207 

49,61,84 

23,  45,  148,  186,  191 


Illness  of  a  Teacher  96 

Infant  School  Hymns        15,  57,  69,  110,  129, 
139,  158,  202,  203,  204 
Maternal  Hymns  22,  26,  136 

Rural  Excursion  58,  81 

Sabbath  Morning       60,  79,  92,  106,  112,  125 

131,  150 
Teachers'  Hymns  40,  119,  165 

The  Pastor's  Return  21 


